Ola and Freda had to have had the best date ever at that one diner that served burgers and also well-cooked pastas, which was awfully weird.

But the women hadn't minded since they just wanted to eat and go home. It had somehow become cold as the breeze passed by them. And considering how Freda wasn't even wearing a jacket, she felt colder.

Ola, who was definitely feeling colder than Freda, had wrapped her free arm around herself as they had approached the diner quietly.

The silence that surrounded them wasn't even silence anymore. It was just background noise of car honking, and people talking loudly or just simply put people walking loudly. Ola had looked back at a person or two for walking loudly, while Freda had quietly giggled at how she found that amusing.

Sure, they had their own weird ass quirks and habits which the other found endearing or maybe weird as well. But they never questioned it. Like how Freda never really questioned why Ola would slap her ears from time to time, or how Ola had such damn cold hands all the time.

And similarly, Ola never questioned Freda as to why she had to cling to her even though she knew because she had been told by a voice in her ear.

Their walk to the diner was short since the place was just a few blocks away from the building where the art exhibition was being held. Faiq was now just a distant memory to both of them as they had entered the diner.

Ola had noticed how there weren't too many people in the diner, but she thought that it could be because of the diner's name: 'Oh, hello there.' It was a creepy name for sure and almost looked like something that a stalker could say, but Freda had somehow found it cute, so they had come to the place anyway.

"Oh, Hello there! I'll be serving you guys tonight." Ola and Freda had just gotten into a booth near the window when a chirpy blonde woman had come to them with a large smile on her face and a menu in her hands.

Ola frowned at the woman as she looked around the diner again. The woman definitely only had them to serve for the night.

"Hey." Freda smiled back at the woman as she sat across from Ola. She had pushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear, which Ola had noticed and ignored in the same minute since she was given a menu by the blonde waitress.

"We have loads of specials and I'd recommend you kids have the Mustard Blast!" Ola's frown didn't leave her face as she looked at the woman who had called them kids and even recommended some horrific thing called 'Mustard Blast'.

"Okay, we are not having that." Freda frowned at Ola as the brunette looked at the waitress with her eyebrows pushed together. "And could you give us some time to decide what to get." It wasn't a question as Ola opened up the menu she had been given easily, while the waitress glanced from her to the red head before nodding quickly and leaving their table.

Freda was still frowning as she pulled the menu down from Ola's point of view. "That was rude." Ola shrugged her shoulders as she glanced at the waitress, who had gone to stand behind the counter, silently.

"She was bothering us."

Freda narrowed her eyes before she shook her head. "She was bothering you."

Ola copied Freda's expressions as she squinted her eyes as well before speaking. "Yes."

"You still can't talk to someone like that. She was just there to serve us." Ola didn't know what was happening. Was she being scolded by the woman right now? The answer was near the lines of 'yes', but even if she was – which she was – she didn't care. It was like her night had been getting hijacked by these extra characters like in some horrible book on a book reading app.

Ouch, that hits too close to home.

"Do you want me to apologize?" Ola spoke up quickly since she wasn't ready to have Freda speak her ear off. "Do you feel guilty about how you talked to her?" Freda crossed her arms as she leaned back on her side of the booth. This made Ola frown as she brought her hand to rub her neck.

That was an illegal question since Ola wasn't feeling the least bit guilty. She was actually feeling quite glad that she had time alone and she could finally just sit in silence with Freda. But that wasn't what was happening at the moment.

So, maybe a yes.

"Yes?"

Freda smiled as Ola answered her correctly before the red-head raised up her hand to call the waitress over, who had immediately noticed the red-head's signal. The waitress was sure to not speak out of line as she came to stand beside the two women's booth, silently.

"My date here wants to say something to you." Ola's ears twitched just as she heard the red head say the word 'date' before she brought herself back to what she had to do.

"I apologize for being too harsh. It wasn't anything personal. I don't get out of the house much." It was like the waitress had been given the green light to be overly cheery again as a wide smile came onto her face and she lightly tapped Ola's shoulder. "It's all good, ma'am."

"Also, I'd love to have a Mustard Blast, whatever that is." Freda spoke up now which caused Ola to look at her with a concerned expression. "It's a special sauce paired with chicken wings and nuggets."

Oh, that doesn't sound too bad. Ola nodded her head in agreement as she let go of the menu which had still been in her hands. "I'll have that as well then."

The blonde waitress was over the moon as she quickly jotted down the two orders in the small notebook, she had produced out of her apron pocket. "What would you like for beverages?"

"Just water is fine." Freda smiled stiffly, which was expected. The two women had already drunk too much sharbat at the art exhibition. Ola was somehow reminded of Faiq again and she frowned.

Freda looked over at her companion as the waitress walked off to hand over their orders to the kitchen or something.

"You look angry. Was I out of line?" Freda frowned as she brought Ola back to the now and away from the then where Faiq was smiling and laughing with the red head. Ola wasn't even sure why she was feeling such discomfort by the thought of the man with the red head.

"Oh, no, no. You were right. I was a jerk." Ola spoke up even though she wasn't a complete jerk, and the waitress was annoying, but she wasn't going to speak that out loud.

"Then why do you look angry?"

"Angry how?" Ola smiled a little as she placed her elbows on the table before resting her chin on one of her hands. Freda shrugged in response, also smiling at the woman across from her.

"Angry like you were remembering a certain someone's art exhibition we were just at." Ola didn't know what was shocking. The thought that Freda had just read her mind, or that Freda was well aware that Ola had been angry at the exhibition.

"You were enjoying yourself though." Ola spoke up as she smiled, remembering how happy Freda looked amongst people while talking about art and stuff. Freda smiled as she nodded her head. "I was. I really like weird art."

Ola raised an eyebrow as one side of her lips twitched. "All art is weird."

The red head leaned over the table as she smiled widely. "Yes, but only some of it is a good weird. Faiq's work was a good weird." Ola's little smirk was gone as fast as it had appeared as she heard the red head talk about Faiq.

It was like she was seconds away from snarling at the mention of his name. The poor guy hadn't even done anything even, well except for steal Freda, but in all honesty, that was Ola's own fault. She was the one that had turned away from the conversation. It gave Faiq the opportunity to make his move, and you know how opportunities are like. They knock on your door once and you've got to take them when you get your chance.

Freda noticed the sudden silence from the woman and decided to do something about it. She extended one of her hands to rest atop Ola's, which was just there on the table being idle and useless, just like the rest of Ola on weekends.

Ooh, burn.

Ola was snapped out of her Faiq hating state just as she heard that terrible voice in her ear. But she chose to focus on the warmth and softness of the red-head's hand, resting atop hers. "Hey. We're here now." And they were. There in their own world since the blonde waitress had gone off to somewhere away from them.

And there was no one else in the diner except for them.

Ola's face had lit up as she looked at the red head with a small smile, which was instantly reciprocated.

Aw, I'm proud.

"Shut up." Ola mumbled which got her a frown from the red head. "Oh no, not you." The brunette was just seconds away from slamming her head against something heavy since she was hating the voice in her ear now.

You'll appreciate me, you ungrateful worm.

There was some kind of underlying message in the way the voice had spoken but Ola didn't care since Freda hadn't questioned her further.

But yes, there was an underlying message there.

And Ola was going to find out later.