-Elijah-
Angela and I were sitting in a spacious living room on the ground floor, perched on our own couch facing each other, a large coffee table between us. Outside, a storm raged—the sky was grey, and rain fell in heavy sheets. Surprisingly, it felt cozy in here.
Angela sat with her back to the glass doors, engrossed in a book she had found on one of the shelves. She wore a white shirt and a blue skirt that fell to mid-thigh, paired with bright yellow socks that clashed hilariously with her outfit.
Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, giving her the look of a college student studying for class. I couldn’t help but wonder why she chose such mismatched socks. The rest of her outfit was so well-coordinated that it was almost amusing. I fought to suppress a smile, doing my best to
