Amy P.O.V
The store attendant had arrived a few minutes after Frida had pressed the red button, I still held the half full flute in my hand trying to figure out if I had just ruined my date which hadn't even happened yet with unnecessary suspicion.
My suspicions hadn't been unfounded though, anybody in my shoes would think the same after seeing him in such a state, come to think of it, would they?. Frida looked lovingly at me, I could see the desire she had in her eyes to wipe away all that ailed me and leave only the happiness and playfulness that I had exuded a copious amount of on our way here.
I held her gaze for a minute or two before turning away, I didn't have the heart of watching her express such care for me while I made no efforts to improve my emotional state. It almost seeme
