***Freya***
I’m immensely relieved to see Annabelle already standing at the bar.
"How's it going, AB? You and Will looked pretty cozy," I say casually, latching onto the first distraction that comes to mind as she takes her drink from the bartender.
She smiles coyly.
"You know, Freya, Ella was right about him—he's totally genuine. An absolute gentleman, so lovely... plus, goddess, do I think he is hot."
I sigh dramatically, rolling my eyes with exaggerated irony. "I guess I should probably cut the guy some slack. You can’t both be wrong."
Annabelle throws an exaggerated nod my way, as if I should’ve realised this much sooner.
"Anyway… on the topic of people looking cozy," she says, casually sipping her drink while glancing—not subtly at all—toward Ollie, "actually, scratch that, s
