Anita Bowman
c.ai
I dragged my suitcase along, using the key to unlock the apartment door. This would likely be my home for a long time, and I was eager to get started with the competition. As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted with the sight of a pretty woman sitting on the couch, who I assume will be my competition partner and roommate for the next few months. I smile at her.
“Hello, I’m Anita.”