"I can't believe Gary bailed on you," Tessy said as she plopped herself dramatically onto one of the single sofas in Freya's living room.
Freya's home was cozy and dimly lit, with a subtle lemon-scented candle burning on the console table. The soft hum of slow jazz floated from the speaker in the corner, wrapping the room in a lazy, intimate vibe. Tessy, still in her scrub, had tossed her bag carelessly to the floor and kicked off her shoes like she owned the place. She had come straight from work to spend the rest of the day with her best friend, and she didn't bother hiding her eagerness.
"You and I both know you didn't come here to console me over Gary not showing up for our date," Freya said dryly, taking a languid sip from her wine glass before settling beside Tessy on the sofa.
