Riley Sinclair walked into Freya's home to meet a table filled up with food.
"What are you holding? A freaking food festival?" She questioned Freya who welcomed her at the door with a smile on her face.
Freya chuckled. "Oh how I've missed that humour of yours."
"No seriously, why is there so much food on the table?" She looked around, her forehead creased.
Freya was about to answer when Seth walked in from the kitchen.
"Hey handsome." Riley switched up the moment she saw him.
He laughed pleasantly. Save for Atlas, Riley was perhaps his favourite Sinclair.
"Hello gorgeous."
Riley looked up and frowned. "Oh no, you poor thing." She shook her head pitifully.
"What is it?" He asked, confused.
"Frey has you wearing the finance bro jumpers now? What's next? You'll be seated front row in church every Sunday?"
"Okay, first of all, fuck you! I didn't make him wear anything. He chose his wardrobe on his own!" Freya defended herself, and then burst out laughing.
