...to Trace, Freya thought as she pushed make the way for the women's loo. She cleaned up and spent the other designated ten minutes gazing at her appearance in the mottled mirror looming over the sink.
At the point when she came out, one two or three was situated at the table she and Trace had involved. She strolled through the packed bar without hurrying, which would have been troublesome regardless of whether she had attempted.
Follow wasn't sitting tight for her in the vehicle or even close to it. He was across the street around fifty yards away, down on one knee investigating a cardboard box. Totally bewildered, Freya rushed across the street toward him.
Whenever she was two or three feet away, she heard an abnormal commotion coming from the case. "Follow? What's happening?"
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