@drcaming
In her Burberry coat and heavy cashmere scarf, Freya was definitely dressed too warmly for Los Angeles weather. However, she hadn’t planned on changing her wardrobe. She had only been focused on jumping on the first plane to LA. The first plane to Elijah. As she made her way down the sidewalk, closer to her destination, Freya allowed herself to get lost in her thoughts. She was so caught up in herself that she almost missed the gallery and she stopped suddenly in front of it, her eyes traveling to the window. She thought for just a moment about going inside and seeing if Louis was around, then immediately decided against it. One ghost from her past was enough for one day. “If he even shows up...” Freya muttered to herself, wrapping her arms around herself and peering down the street.













