LILITH
“No. You didn’t,” I said, waving my hand and shaking my head. “I guess I’m just... surprised. And maybe not used to it.”
She looked relieved, patting her chest with exaggerated relief.
Just then, a hesitant voice called out from behind, “Longing Bird?”
I turned instinctively and met the gaze of a beautiful, short-haired young woman, in a peach mid-length dress and black-rimmed glasses.
The uncertain look in her eyes—combined with the fact that barely anyone should know I, or rather Longing Bird, was coming today—made it easy to guess who she was.
“Freya?” I asked.
Her eyes lit up instantly, and she walked toward us.
Meanwhile, I noticed the receptionist—my fan—had gone noticeably still, her earlier excitement nowhere to be seen.
With her head slightly bowed, she greeted sof
