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[indent][color=dcdcdc][sub]A familiar voice snapped her out of the guilt spiral that was beginning to pull at her, and Freya all but melted gratefully into the arm draped across her shoulder. She didn't need to look at him to know who it was—she could pick out his voice in a crowd. His songs have surprisingly become the background music of her work life. 

[color=black][b]"Hi there, Bills!"[/b][/color] She smiled, gently knocking her head against his shoulder. [color=black][b]"Been a while, huh?"[/b][/color]

Her gaze followed his as he looked around, realizing that she also had yet to see who actually showed up. There was a trill in her heart as recognition and nostalgia flooded her, memories long buried coming upon her with a rush as she looked from one person to the next. Hanna, she spotted immediately, of course. Seeing her in PJ's reminded Freya how grateful she had been that they reconnected in New York—she had singlehandedly kept her ties to Delton intact.

Standing next to her in all his Magpie glory, was Connor with his unique brand of boyishness. He looked older, but seemed unchanged otherwise; he radiated the same affability he had throughout high school. Surely that could have only served him well all these years? She suddenly missed their night-time drives and wondered idly if he still did them now.

On the other side of Hanna was someone that took her longer to place, her memories of him conflicting with the person she saw now. He's changed a lot, she mused. Her gaze lingered for a moment, slowly piecing the puzzle together. It wasn't until she had gotten a proper look at his eyes that it hit her: Meir. A tiny burst of pride swelled in her chest. Freya didn't know him too well in high school, but in the handful of classes they shared, she knew him to be one of the smartest people at Ritman. It was great to see him flourishing now.

Jack approached them then, seeming eager to move away from the bar, and Freya greeted her with a fond smile. In terms of change, Connor and Meir stood on opposite ends of a spectrum, but Jack seemed to straddle the middle. The nonchalant Jack she knew in High School wouldn't have been the one initiating this get-together, yet somehow, she kept her effortlessly chill and laid-back vibes.

At the mention of Sara's name, her smile threatened to falter. She was quicker to recover this time though and turned to Billy with a smile. He'd asked about drinks and she was more than happy to oblige. [color=black][b]"Seems like they got started without us!"[/b][/color] Freya asked for his drink order and sauntered to the bar with a playful wink. [color=black][b]"But don't worry, I'll catch us right up."[/b][/color]

She only allowed herself the briefest sidelong glance at the booth as Jack pulled out a seat to join them. When had she become such a coward?
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