In her hasty departure, Freya had neglected to inform Madeline Luna. She could imagine Madeline's anxiety. Before her worry could completely manifest, the man extended a sleek black phone and a portable charger.
With an appreciative glance, Freya powered her phone and promptly reached out to Madeline, assuring her of her wellbeing. Once the call ended, she refocused on the man.
"Thank you for your intervention," she said, her tone both measured and sincere. "I am Freya Lawson. May I inquire about your name?"
He replied curtly, "Adams."
Freya paused momentarily, absorbing the uniqueness of the name. Suppressing her internal musings, she offered, "Mr. Adams, you've aided me twice. I'd like to reciprocate with a meal in your honor."
His response was immediate. "Why delay? Let's do it now
