Multi Shot - LingOrm and FreenBecky

FREENBCKY- Accidentally Married(PART 5)

This wasn't the Freen she knew. Or the one she used to see.

Where was the stern, detached boss who rarely smiled and seemed perpetually annoyed by her presence?

And yet, here she was, sharing a quiet laugh with a local vendor who didn't speak much English but somehow managed to communicate through gestures. 

Freen even took the time to buy a few handcrafted trinkets, turning them over in her hands thoughtfully before slipping them into a bag.

"You don't like crowded places, yet you're doing all this," Becky finally said, her curiosity getting the better of her as they walked along a narrow road leading to a small village. "What's changed?"

Freen glanced at her, her lips quirking into a faint smile. "What makes you think I can't appreciate simplicity?"

Becky blinked, caught off guard. 

"I mean... I just never imagined you'd be comfortable in a place like this. You always seem... so untouchable."

Freen chuckled softly, the sound low and warm, catching Becky completely off guard. "You assume too much, Becca."

The small village was bustling with activity.

 Children ran barefoot along the dusty paths, their laughter echoing in the air. 

Vendors called out in a language Becky didn't understand, selling fruits, woven fabrics, and handmade crafts. Despite the stark contrast to Freen's usual world of high-rise offices and luxury cars, she seemed completely at ease.

Becky watched in quiet amazement as Freen stopped to hand some money to an elderly woman selling flowers. The woman's face lit up in gratitude, and though they didn't share a common language, Freen's kind gesture spoke volumes.

"You're full of surprises," Becky said, unable to hide the wonder in her voice.

Freen turned to her, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "I could say the same about you."

"Me?" Becky asked, confused.

"You're quieter than usual," Freen observed, her tone teasing but gentle. "Normally, you're full of questions."

Becky looked down, suddenly self-conscious. "I just... I didn't expect this side of you."

"What side is that?" Freen pressed, stepping closer.

"This," Becky gestured vaguely around them. 

"You're... warm. Kind. I didn't think you'd ever want to be in a place like this, let alone enjoy it. It doesn't fit the image of you I've always had in my head."

Freen tilted her head, studying Becky with an intensity that made her feel as though she were being unraveled. "Maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do."

Becky opened her mouth to respond, but no words came. 

Freen had a way of leaving her completely unbalanced, like the ground beneath her had shifted.

They continued their walk through the village, Freen occasionally stopping to examine something or exchange a polite nod with a passerby. 

Becky found herself trailing slightly behind, watching Freen interact with the locals.

She couldn't help but stare, captivated by this version of Freen—one she'd never imagined existed.

They eventually wandered into a small open-air square where a group of performers were putting on a traditional dance. Becky's attention drifted to the show for a moment, but she quickly realized her gaze kept returning to Freen.