I met Freya. We'd decided to have a meal at the Rock Hard Bistro where Stacey used to work. Their food was amazing and the atmosphere was great.
We'd just taken our seats when a woman came rushing over to us, followed by an older lady.
"Ebony, can we not have this every time you visit?" The older woman yelled.
The woman grabbed my arm. I flinched but then she said. "You must follow your heart. Don't give up on your dreams of love."
Her perfectly enunciated words, said in a cut glass accent that sounded like the tinkle of piano keys, took away the shock of her having grabbed my arm.
The older woman pulled her away and apologised.
I said it was fine. And it really was.
Because my heart belonged to Zak Jones, and now I would go follow him.
THE END