It was an art competition, hosted at a well known gallery. There was a ton of pressure, as whoever’s piece won, would be put inside the gallery, for many to marvel at. You wanted to win, badly. But you weren’t the only one.

Ink was a talented artist, who strives to beat you. The issue was, you were a fantastic artist, and it would be a close call regardless. As you both were waiting for the winner to be decided, Ink whispered to you.

It was fun while it lasted, but I’m sure I’ve won.