Davina sat across from the blonde-haired, blue-eyed vixen.
"Hello," she smiled nervously.
"Davina," Freya began apologizing, but the brunette cut her off.
"Elijah explained it to me through a novel of a text message after he was certain you were on your way here. I understand. If it were me, I would've reacted the same way."
Freya allowed a small smile to creep through her worried expression and gently grabbed Davina's hand. Davina did not shy away.
"I suppose we have much to discuss," Freya finally broke the silence. "So… how does this work? Elijah insinuated that dating has changed significantly while I slept."
"Well, for one thing, these days most couples primarily communicate through text or phone call. Might be best if you learn how to use a phone."
They shared a huge guffaw at this.
"That was the first time," Freya blurted out.
"The first time what?"
"That I've heard you really laugh," the blonde blushed.
Davina blushed too.
"I enjoy it," Freya bit her lower lip.
"And after the two figure out what they're gonna do, they usually just sit and talk. Or walk and talk, either/or. Elijah recommended a drink here; he knows I'm only seventeen.
"Our memories have been swapping for the past few days," Freya stated, confirming Davina's suspicion that the sharing was a two-way street. "I would hazard a guess that we've already seen most of the big things of each others' lives."
"Witch dating problems," Davina chortled, and Freya soon joined in.
"We certainly can make each other laugh," Freya observed, "and we both have so many things in common."
"Too bad they're not good things," Davina mumbled to herself.
"I'm sure we can make happier memories," Freya hesitantly offered.
This caused Davina's already beautiful eyes to shine with a hope that Freya had not seen before. This made the Mikaelson witch feel something she hadn't in a long time: pride. Pride in herself for brightening this girl's life even a little. Pride in Davina for opening up to her in such a way during the party.
"I suppose we should address the, um, what's the phrase? Elephant in the room," Freya took Davina's hands in hers.
"Okay," Davina gently squeezed Freya's hands. "Where do we stand?"
"Over the last few days I've had quite a lot to think about, the kiss not being the least of those things. My psychopathic, manipulative aunt is out there somewhere and closing in fast. My family is not the most well-adjusted thing in the universe. The mother of my half-brother's child is scattered in pieces around the quarter. You kissed me, several times. And I… I liked it."
"You liked it?"
"Yes. It gave me a new perspective. There is more to life than just running and fighting her. I can be normal."
"I've taught you all that in only a few days?"
"That would be the long and the short of it, yes. You have taught me something incredibly valuable."
Davina smiled from ear to ear, her expression practically lighting up the whole room.
"Dahlia is coming, child, and ever sooner. I will not allow you to get caught in the crossfire."
"I'm a Harvest Girl, Freya, I can handle myself."
"Even if it means allying with my paranoid, reckless hybrid brother?"
"If that's what it takes to keep that baby safe from some domineering bitch, then most certainly."
"Funny, I never thought you one to care much for children," Freya awkwardly stumbled over the words.
"There's a few things you haven't seen yet. Now, come on, let's try and get that memory spell broken. Seeing our lives every night takes the fun out of learning about each other. You know, like a normal couple."
They ordered their drinks, Freya a martini on the rocks and Davina a non-alcoholic cocktail, and briskly walked out the door. Freya led the way as they rounded a corner and began strolling down the bustling street.
Davina excitedly pointed out all the over-the-top masks the tourists had bought and the vast array of beverages, the partiers and those just out to see the city like the blonde and the brunette.
Neither of them noticed when Freya's hand quietly slipped into Davina's.