The park was eerily still, it's quiet only broken by the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. Shadows stretched long under the pale glow of a distant streetlamp, wrapping the tense confrontation in an almost surreal stillness.
Julie stood poised a few steps away like a predator cornered but unyielding, her eyes glinting with malice, her figure sharp and defiant against the dim light. In her tailored coat, she looked every bit the calculating predator, though Angela could see the cracks beginning to form beneath her poised exterior.