"Mmm, fancy meeting you here West..." Riley heckles him. Both of them enter into the most intense stare off I've seen in my life, and I can't imagine how uncomfortable Freya is feeling, especially since she doesn't know either of them well enough to understand their history. "Riley, uh, can we talk?" West asks, rising from his stool, stepping closer to Riley and she takes a step back. Freya elbows her in the side, and she rolls her eyes, like she's annoyed that her friend is pushing her to give him what he's asking for. "Fine. Five minutes. Freya, I'll be right back, okay?"
