Freya's POV
Mack Ben's voice came through the phone, deep and measured. "Have you had lunch yet?"
I found myself wondering about this casual question. If I admitted I hadn't eaten, would he actually extend an invitation?
Suppressing my amusement, I replied with careful sincerity, "No, I'm still working through some projects."
"What time will you finish?"
The question caught me off guard, my fingers pausing over my keyboard as I frowned in confusion. What was he getting at?
Had he returned from his business trip already?
Anticipation bubbled up inside me, and after a brief moment of uncertainty, I rushed to answer, "Almost finished now. Just some lower priority tasks remaining that I can push to this afternoon."
"Perfect. Meet me for lunch at the rooftop garden across from your building." His voice stayed neutral, though I detected the faintest trace of warmth.
Lunch together?
I shot to my feet, elation flooding through me.
"You're back already?"
