The past was delicious—simple but full of flavor, especially paired with wine. Freya put down her empty plate and leaned back on the sofa. The room was warm, and the scenery before her looked like a magical winter tale. She takes another sip from her glass. The cabin felt so isolated, that any life struggles failed to find her behind these thick wooden walls.
Isaac is seated across from her, one arm resting on the back of the beige armchair. He looks different. Relaxed, earthy. She forgot for a moment, that he is the owner of the largest law firm in the city.
"You are alarmingly good at shuffling cards." He says. Freya grimaced. Her hands tremble from sudden attention. A couple of cards fly out on the floor. She curses under her nose. She hated how she never could learn any of even simp
