“Come on, Freyja,” Sofia urges me impatiently. She’s taking long strides that are hard for me to keep up with in her haste to hurry into Carla’s. It’s not so much that I can’t keep up with her stride—I’m 5’9 and wouldn’t be considered tiny by any means—but I’ve always preferred to walk slowly unless there’s a circumstance that requires me to move quickly.
I sigh and keep the same pace as before. Sofia is more agitated over this meeting with Sinclair than I am, and it’s me he’s going to be inside of later.
When we finally pass the same group of bikers who are always loitering around the front of the bar surrounded by a completely different set of women, we duck into the bar, peals of thunder following us inside. It rained a little bit ago and has only just stopped.
I head straight to th
