A weird meeting.
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Previously, Freya sensed someone following her. Ready to confront them, she took advantage of a nearby turn and swiftly caught the person. Now, the story continues...
Freya
"Who are you, and why are you following me?" Freya demanded, her voice filled with anger.
A Man
"Hey, let me go! What the hell are you doing?" the man protested, breaking free of her grip with surprising skill.
Freya
(What? How did he reverse my move? Wait a second... that voice...) Freya thought, her expression shifting.
Freya
"Ambrose?" she exclaimed in surprise.
Ambrose Romano
"Ms. Freya?" Ambrose replied, equally startled.
Ambrose Romano
"What are you doing here, Ms. Freya?" Ambrose asked, gently releasing her hands.
Freya
"I could ask you the same question," Freya retorted, her voice still carrying a hint of irritation.
Ambrose Romano
"Before we get into that, could you let go of my collar?" Ambrose said, pointing to her firm grip still on his shirt.
Freya
"Oh... I apologize for that," Freya said, finally letting go.
Freya
"But seriously, why were you following me?" Freya asked, her tone turning serious.
Ambrose Romano
"I wasn’t following you. I live in those apartments," Ambrose replied, pointing toward the building.
Freya turned to look, her face immediately showing disbelief.
Freya
"You live in those apartments?" she asked, genuinely surprised.
Ambrose Romano
"Yes, I just moved in today. That’s also why Anraud and I arrived late at the bakery," Ambrose explained casually.
Freya
"So, the other day, when Anraud was looking for an apartment, it was for you?" Freya asked, her tone softening as she pieced things together.
Ambrose Romano
"Wait… so you’re that ‘weird woman’ he mentioned yesterday?" Ambrose asked, curiosity lighting his face.
Freya
"What weird woman? What are you talking about?" Freya asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes.
Ambrose Romano
"Uh, about that..." Ambrose stammered, scratching his head as he hesitated.
In his mind, Ambrose recalled Anraud’s earlier words
Arnaud
"Hey, buddy, I found the perfect apartment for you. It’s near the bakery. But heads up, there’s this weird woman who lives across from you. She’s got three dogs—nothing unusual there—but their names? Who names a golden retriever ‘Destroyer’ and a pit bull ‘Sugar’? She needs professional help for her naming skills."
Freya
Ambrose snapped out of his thoughts. "Weird woman? What do you mean?" Freya asked again, her suspicion growing.
Ambrose Romano
(If I tell her, she’ll break Anraud’s bones with her strength. I better play it safe.) Ambrose thought nervously.
Ambrose Romano
"Uh… no, nothing. Anraud just has a lot of women around him. Probably one of them," Ambrose said, trying to dodge the question.
Freya
"So, he’s a playboy? I knew there was something off about that weird smile of his," Freya said, her tone serious.
Ambrose Romano
(Sorry, bro. I have to ruin your image to save your life.) Ambrose thought to himself, guilt flashing briefly across his face.
Ambrose Romano
"Well, can we go now? It’s getting late," Ambrose said gently, eager to change the subject.
Freya
"Fine. Let’s go," Freya replied, and they began walking toward the building.
At the gate, the apartment complex’s elderly caretaker greeted them.
A Man
"Freya, my dear, how was your first day at the bakery?" the old man asked with a warm smile.
Freya
"It was amazing," Freya replied sarcastically, her mocking smile evident.
She walked ahead into the building, leaving the caretaker looking concerned.
A Man
"Looks like she’s in a really bad mood," the old man remarked nervously.
Ambrose Romano
"First days of a new business are always like that," Ambrose said, sighing.
A Man
"And who are you, young man?" the caretaker asked formally.
Ambrose Romano
"Ambrose Romano. I’m new here and Freya’s neighbor," Ambrose replied politely.
A Man
"Oh, so you’re the new guy. It’s been ages since Freya’s had a neighbor. May God have mercy on you, young man," the old man said, patting Ambrose’s shoulder with a sigh.
After the caretaker left, Ambrose turned, confused.
Ambrose Romano
"What does that mean?" he muttered, shaking his head as he entered the building.
By the elevator, Freya was waiting. Ambrose joined her silently, and they both stepped in when it arrived. Freya pressed the button for the top floor.
The ride was silent, the tension in the air palpable.
As the elevator stopped and the doors opened, both stepped out and walked toward their respective apartments. Standing at their doors, Ambrose turned to Freya and extended his hand.
Ambrose Romano
"It was nice meeting you, Ms. Freya," he said calmly.
Freya
"The pleasure was mine, Ambrose. And you can just call me Freya if that suits you," she replied, her tone formal yet kind.
Realizing she hadn’t shaken his hand yet, Freya quickly extended hers. As they shook hands, their eyes met for the first time, locking in an unspoken connection.
Freya
"Goodbye," Freya said quickly, breaking the moment. She smiled softly and disappeared into her apartment.
Inside, Freya stood near her door, lost in thought. Her cheeks flushed slightly as her heartbeat quickened.
Freya
"His eyes are so… seductive," she murmured, breathing heavily as she leaned against the door.
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