FREYA
I carefully drop my bags to the floor and lean forward to hug Mrs Greta. The older woman's grip on me is firm, and it's clear she's unwilling to let go, just as I am.
"You don't have to go, dear." She says, releasing me a little as she looks into my eyes. There’s warmth and a tinge of melancholy in hers. “I don’t mind if you stay, you know. There's plenty of free room at the motel.”
I sigh softly. “Oh, Mrs. Greta. You've been so sweet to me since I arrived, and I will miss you and your wonderful food.” She chuckles at my compliments. "I genuinely want to stay, but I need to settle somewhere formally. Besides, there is so much one can do in Miami, so I will visit frequently."
Mrs Greta grins again, and the creases around her eyes resurface. "Feel free to visit anytime, sweetheart
