Andrew said, "I've got business to handle in Goldridge tomorrow. You should get home too. Don't catch a cold out here."

Just as he got into the car, Freya stomped her foot in frustration. "Andrew! Can't we at least talk this through a bit more? Come back! Just once, and I'll give you a taste. That should work, right?"

Andrew nearly slipped while getting into the car and almost face-planted. He could not take it anymore, so he told the driver to hit the gas hard.

Freya felt completely defeated as she stared into the night in a daze. "Am I really that unattractive? Even when I'm throwing myself at him, he won't take it. I have no idea what that jerk is thinking."

Deep down, she felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment.

Emily appeared at the doorway and called out, "Freya, what are you doing standing out there by yourself? Get inside! It's freezing out here!"

Freya huffed and walked through the Keller residence gates, still feeling uncomfortable.

Emily asked, "Andrew