Frida arrived at 'The Golden Sunflower' 5 minutes before she'd arranged with Peter and Helene. She wore a long, pastel green dress that was fitted at the waist and had a rather floaty shirt that helped conceal her unborn child. The top part wasn't particularly revealing, but it was a family lunch after all. The sleeves were loose, and wrapped around her waist was a silky green sash. Yes, that would do nicely.
The dress:
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She walked into the restaurant, being seated at once. Frida noticed that her waiter kept staring at her, so when he came to collect her drink order she quietly asked, " Have I done something wrong, sir?" She was slightly perplexed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just a really big fan and I didn't know how to approach you... Was I that obvious?" He rubbed the back of his neck. Thank god, just a fan. "Don't worry about it. I'm more likely than not going to chat to a fan! Just please don't hesitate, you made me analyse my movements, trying to figure out what I did wrong." Frida chuckled, shaking his hand. "Goodness! And I'm sorry for being so unprofessional, m'am. My deepest apologies." He took her order of lime soda formally, but Frida noticed the small smirk on his face as he left the table.
"Frida, hi!" Helene charged towards her, sweeping her up into a bone-cracking hug. Frida instinctively put a hand protectively over her bump before gently separating from Benny's daughter. "Oooo, I missed you so much!" Frida smiled, patting the seat next to her, which Helene gladly took. "I'm sure we've missed you more. It's been utter hell with her there." There was sorrow in her eyes. Frida felt a little uncomfortable, but tried to brighten up the mood. "Well, know you're always welcome at my house. Now, where is that brother of yours?" The waiter served up Frida's drink, and she began sipping happily. She'd been craving lime soda loads lately. "Speak of the devil." Helene muttered darkly. Frida was about to ask why when she felt someone warmly squeeze her shoulders. "Hey Frida. Long time no see." He winked, taking the chair on her other side. "Peter! It really has been a while!" She enveloped him into a hug.
"Excuse me, would you mind taking their orders? Thank you." Frida called out to the waiter, who nodded. "Hmmm, what shall I have? What shall I have? I've got school tomorrow so I'll just have a small glass of Elderflower Cordial (which I would 100% recommend trying btw!) please." Helene beamed at her stepmother, closing the menu. "A small glass of the 1979 Fleur du Cap Chenin Blanc, thank you." Peter handed his menu in too. "Very good, sir, an excellent choice. Will that be all, or do you want to order your food now?" The waiter enquired, hesitating. "We might as well order now." The only man in the group thought aloud, looking to the others for agreement. "Yes, I quite agree. Helene?" Frida looked to her stepdaughter, who picked up the menu once more. "I'll have the fennel and dill grilled sea bass." "And I'll have a medium-rare steak." Peter chimed in. "What does the chickpea salad contain?" "Chickpeas, Lemon, Red Onion, Harissa, 2 large tomatoes, Olive Oil, Coriander and Parsley, Miss." Frida breathed out a sigh of relief. Okay, good. She could actually have this! "Is everything alright, Frid?" Helene reached out a hand, a worried look crossing her face. "Yes beautiful, I'm absolutely fine." Frida said affectionately. "And the chickpea salad sounds superb, I'll try that!" And so the waiter left, leaving them all alone.
