Dialogue Color Code: Orange
Freya just nodded along with him until he got to the point about the romper room. She immediately froze at those words and looked at him as if he grew another head. "I may be into desperate money right now, but I'm not that desperate. I'm not the kind of woman to put my body out there for all the men in the world to see and enjoy," she responded. She ordered another much needed drink and sipped from it. This was definitely going to be a night filled with nothing more than smart comments, she knew that from the start. Though she still couldn't help but feel that she knew this man, that there was something more to their relationship or whatever you want to call it than what was laid out before her.
Why was she having dreams about this man? In all of them she died and he was there with her. There had to be something going on. Though she wanted to ask him about it but she was just terrified that he would just think she's crazy and that was far from what she needed to deal with as of right now.