"Do you have plans for tonight?" the message read, and Freya extended it to Tessy across the table. Tessy leaned in, scanning the words quickly before raising an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.
"You have plans?" she asked in a near whisper, her tone teasing and curious.
Freya let out a soft breath and gave a small shrug. "Gary wants to work things out. He asked to have dinner tonight," she said, her voice low and unsure, as if she wasn't entirely convinced by the offer herself. Her fingers drummed lightly on the table, betraying her hesitation.
"So you'll turn this one down?" Tessy asked, her eyes still on the note, clearly intrigued.
"Of course. I don't even know who he is," Freya replied firmly, though a flicker of curiosity danced in her eyes.
This time, the waitress didn't leave right away. She lingered by the table, her gaze subtle but expectant, waiting for a response.
