"So, what do you do?" Freya asked Zavian as they were waiting for their food to arrive.
"Think about you," Zavian smirked, winking at her. Freya's heart beat paced slightly, but she kept a blank face.
"I'm serious. What do you do? I don't really know anything about you," Freya replied.
"I drive an Uber," Zavian shrugged.
"And the commission you probably get for that, you spend on buying me flowers. I know that's just a side job. What else do you do?" Freya asked, shifting in her chair.
"Hmm, someone's being particularly nosey today." Zavian raised an eyebrow.
"No, I uh-"
"I'm kidding, Blondie," Zavian chuckled. "Relax. I free lance."
"Oh," Freya replied.
"Yeah."
"Freya, can I ask you something... Personal?" Zavian suddenly questioned.
"Sure," Freya replied after thinking
