Olive's POV
I had attempted to actively avoid Freya and anything remotely related to her. That involves dodging stuff like a full blown conversation to something as miniscule a passing glance. Wherever Freya happened to walk in, I happened to walk out. It was like some dramatic dance move, except we weren't in the same dance floor.
She knew I was avoiding her, that much was certain. I mean, it was rare to see someone dive out of the nearest exit after spotting you from a mile away.
Freya had tried to corner me at some point but after weeks of back and forth, I was surprisingly becoming a professional in the underrated game of Avoid Freya.
Eventually, she gave up. Not entirely though. I had a gut instinct that she was only waiting for the opportunity to present itself, when she would le
