Emily's POV (brunch with Freda)

“Hello, Freda.” I chimed as she entered my car.

She looked weather beaten, like someone who was forcefully humbled.

“Good afternoon, Ms Emily.” She said,

“I noticed, still notice that you've been off today. Mind telling me what the hell is going on?” I asked.

“I can tell you over the food.” She said quickly.

“So I'm just supposed to sit here in silence and wait till then?” I asked lightly.

“I'm sorry.” She chuckled.

“Oh, I'll be alright.” I said, humming a soft tune as we wove in and out of the city traffic.

I decided to do a different restaurant, maybe the change...