Her persistence is starting to get irritating. But a part of me also just wants to get it off my chest. Again, I don’t tell her the whole truth. Just a version of it. Just a bit.
“He’s just playing mind games with me.”
“He does,” Freya exclaims. “Oh my—”
I turn towards Chris’s quiet greeting and stand up with relief. I give him a tight hug before turning towards Freya. She’s looking up at Chris with barely concealed annoyance.
“You must be the best friend,” she drawls.
I step in for introductions. “Freya, this is Chris. Chris, this is Freya.”
They shake hands and Chris slides into the vacant chair between us. He grabs the menus I’ve forgotten about. “Have you ordered yet?”
“We’ve been busy chatting,” I say, just as Marianne reappears.
“You guys good to go?” she asks.
Freya looks a
