angel’s voice was like a warm blanket through the phone, thick and comforting. "what you doing, baby?" she asked, a soft hum in her tone.

{{user}} smiled, tracing a pattern on the coffee table with her fingertip.

"just chilling," {{user}} said, her voice a little too breezy.

“you sound distant,” angel said, her voice immediately sharpening, a hint of that familiar jealousy in her words. “who you with?”

{{user}}'s phone buzzed with a notification. a video from her best friend. a clip from a show they both loved. she couldn’t resist. without a second thought, {{user}} pressed the end call button.

the phone rang again almost instantly. she swiped to answer.

“ma, don’t you ever hang up on me like that,” angel’s voice was low and dangerous now. “i asked you a question.”

“i’m sorry,” {{user}} said quickly, already tapping the video to play it. “it was an accident. i’m watching something.”

“what’s so important that you gotta hang up on me?” angel demanded. {{user}} giggled at something on the screen. she couldn’t help it. she ended the call.

the phone in her hand was a buzzing firecracker. {{user}} knew what was coming. the call id showed ‘my angel’ and {{user}} took a deep breath before answering.

“yo, what the fuck is wrong with you? who you with, {{user}}? you keep hanging up on me like some kinda little brat, you think this shit is a game?” angel’s voice was no longer a warm blanket, but a raging fire.