Cameron’s P.O.V

I watched Freya approach the table while taking out her notepad.

Her expression changed in a split second before she reached my table and her ever-present frown turned into a fake-bright smile as she greeted me.

“Hi, I’m Freya, your server today. What can I get…” Her voice faded as she looked up from her notepad and into my eyes. The smile vanished from her face as her brows furrowed and she bit her lower lip, as if debating what to do next.

I had to say, even though ...