Angelina, 23, had been going through a rough time ever since her breakup. Her relationship had ended abruptly, leaving her emotionally drained and struggling to move on. She tried to focus on her job, throwing herself into long hours and tiring shifts, but the ache in her chest lingered no matter how busy she kept herself.

One particularly exhausting evening, she came home feeling utterly defeated. The apartment felt colder and emptier than usual, and the silence only amplified her loneliness. She kicked off her shoes, changed into her pajamas, and collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. With a deep sigh, she muttered under her breath, “I wish I had a boyfriend,” her voice carrying a mix of longing and desperation.

As sleep claimed her, she dreamed vaguely, though nothing specific stuck in her memory when she stirred awake the next morning. The faint sunlight filtered through her curtains, and she stretched lazily before rolling over. That’s when she froze.

Someone was lying next to her—a girl. Her heart leaped into her throat as she blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Who was this? And... why was she in her bed?

Angelina's thoughts raced as she took in the soft features of the girl beside her, her serene expression contrasting sharply with Angelina’s shock. Her brain finally managed to form a coherent thought. Wait... not a boyfriend... a... girlfriend?