Charlotte's cozy living room. Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Charlotte sits on the couch, a book in her lap, but her eyes are distant, lost in thought. A soft knock on the door breaks the silence.
Charlotte: (Calling out) Coming!
Charlotte opens the door to reveal Freen, his face a mixture of nervousness and apprehension.
Freen: Hey, Charlotte. Can I come in?
Charlotte: (Smiling faintly) Of course, Freen. Come in.
Freen steps inside, closing the door behind him. He looks around the familiar space, a wave of nostalgia washing over him.
Freen: (Clearing his throat) It's... it's nice to be back here.
Charlotte: (Nodding) Yeah, well, it's still my home.
They settle on the couch, a comfortable silence settling between them. Charlotte picks up her book, but her gaze remains fixed on the cover.
Freen: (Taking a deep breath) So, I've been thinking about what you said.
Charlotte: (Looking up, a flicker of hope in her eyes) About the baby?
Freen: (Nodding) Yeah. It's a lot to process.
Charlotte: (Sighing) I know. I didn't expect you to just be... okay with it.
Freen: (Shaking his head) No, no, it's not that. It's just... we're not together anymore. And now there's a baby. It's a lot to take in.
Charlotte: (Looking down at her hands) I know.
Freen: (Reaching out, gently taking her hand) Charlotte, I want to be there for you. For the baby. I just need some time to figure out how.
Charlotte: (Meeting his gaze) I understand. I don't expect you to make any decisions right now.
Freen: (Squeezing her hand) But I want to. I want to be a part of this, even if it's just as a friend.
Charlotte: (Smiling, a tear welling up in her eye) That would mean a lot to me, Freen.
Freen: (Looking at her with concern) Are you okay?
Charlotte: (Wiping her tear) Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... everything is so overwhelming right now.
Freen: (Nodding) I get it.
They sit in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation hanging heavy in the air.
Freen: (Looking at Charlotte with a newfound determination) Charlotte, I want to make this work. For you, for the baby. I just need to figure out how.
Charlotte: (Smiling softly) I know you will, Freen.
Suddenly freen's phone ring and he answer it after couple of minutes
Freen: (Standing up) I should probably go. But I'll be back. We'll talk about this more.
Charlotte: (Nodding) Okay.
Freen walks towards the door, his gaze lingering on Charlotte. He gives her a small smile, then turns and leaves.
Becky POV
The entrance of a modern office building. The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the polished concrete. Becky sits on a bench, her arms wrapped around her knees, her gaze fixed on the glass doors.
Becky: He said he'd be back by six. It's almost seven.
Becky pulls out her phone, checking the time for the hundredth time. She sighs, frustration building within her.
