-Elijah-
Angela and I were sitting in a big living room on the ground floor, on our own couch that were facing each other, and a big coffee table between us. It was storming outside. The sky was grey and the rain was falling hard. It was actually quite cozy in a way. Angela was sitting with her back to the glass doors leading outside and reading a book she had found on one of the bookshelves in here. She was dressed in a white shirt, a blue skirt that went to mid-thigh and … these very bright yellow socks that did not match her outfit at all. She even had her hair pulled back into a ponytail, looking like some college student studying for her class or something. Why was she wearing such strange socks? I wondered. The rest of her outfit was so in sync that it was almost funny to watch. I e
