Angela and Diego stirred to consciousness when there was a loud, sharp knock on the door. They scrambled from their places on the floor – where they’d eventually passed out the night before, and tried to find clothes.
“Just a minute,” Angela called out, frantically searching the floor for anything to wear. “Go to the bedroom,” she mouthed to Diego. He quickly scooped up the rest of the clothes and disappeared into the bedroom.
Angela had cobbled together an outfit of Diego’s shirt and a pair of her leggings. It would have to be presentable enough for whoever was disturbing their peace.
She was not at all expecting the angry face she saw on the other side of the door.
“Where is he?” Mayor Page demanded, storming into the apartment.
“Good to see you too, Dad,” Angela muttered as she followed after him.