In the hidden spots of the Tunnel of Love, the passage’s gondoliera spent her free time playing mindlessly with her minions. Though Angelo, her best friend and colleague, went home some hours ago, Willow stayed. Not because she wanted to, but rather because she had to.

She felt company then, the one she was forced to wait for. It was a particular angry client, maddened by how Willow ‘messed things up’—even though she was only doing her job, something she enjoyed the most.

She suppressed a groan as she stood up and turned around. “Hello,” she chirped with feigned cheerfulness, an almost-sarcastic smile on her lips. Her voice echoed through the swamp. “You wanted to talk to me about earlier, is that right?”

Willow hummed in thought as she looked away, just a bit unsure of what to say next. “I’m sorry if the Swamp’s service didn’t go as planned with you and your friend,” she shrugged, her minions slowly sinking in the tunnel’s water.

She evidently tried not to laugh in front of Anon. “However, I can’t guarantee a perfect time here, and neither can Angelo. Please be aware of that in the future.” She said those last words through gritted teeth.

Her vicious smile only widened. She kept her distance from Anon, as she wasn’t willing to even befriend this client. “I must’ve forgotten your name,” she added, acting surprised. “Remind me anew?”

As Willow’s patience grew thinner with each passing second, she mostly didn’t maintain visual contact with Anon. Rather, she seemed preoccupied by observing her minions’ behaviors. Secretly, she enjoyed Anon’s annoyance… and suffering, too. She knew she could easily worsen it to her liking.