Multi Shot - LingOrm and FreenBecky

FREENBECKY - Accidentally Married (PART 14)

In one of those random and rare day lunch out, where the lady boss again suspiciously join the four girls out for lunch and the others didn't even question anything even if they feel something is off and not to mention the awkwardness taking a lunch with the tiger boss.

But as they venture further into the foods, the awkwardness seem to naturally went away as the girls start to talk about food and now shifting the story to Marisa who had been noticeably absent from the office for the past few days. Becky, Freen, Sunny, and Namtan sat together, chatting over lunch when Becky casually mentioned the model's absence.

"Have you guys heard from Marisa?" Becky asked, her tone light.

Sunny shrugged, looking over at Becky. 

"No, she hasn't visited in a while. We thought she'd come by today."

Becky frowned, then smirked. "Oh, she's busy with... someone else."

Freen, who had been sipping her drink, raised an eyebrow. 

"Someone else?"

Becky looked down, trying to hide a smile. "Yeah, Sara. Apparently, Sara's been keeping her on her toes..."

"Wait, Sara's been teasing her again?" Namtan asked, her tone a mix of disbelief and amusement.

Becky nodded, her face softening in amusement. "Marisa is losing her mind. You should see her face—she hasn't slept in days."

Freen's eyes glinted with mischief. "I should've warned Sara to ease off a bit," she muttered to herself, before speaking more loudly. "But Marisa seems to handle it well... mostly."

Becky chuckled, knowing that Freen was referring to the ongoing "battle" between Marisa and Sara. "I think Marisa's just waiting for Sara to get tired of it. But the way Sara teases her... I'm not sure if she'll ever get tired."

Sunny leaned in, laughing. "Marisa must be a real sight to see, though. She's probably so done with Sara's antics."

Namtan grinned. "I wouldn't be surprised if she's plotting her revenge. Have you seen how she looks at Sara?"

Becky shook her head. "Oh, she's definitely planning something. I just hope she can actually escape Sara's grasp for five minutes."

Freen chuckled, but there was a hint of concern in her voice. "I'll talk to Sara. Maybe I'll tell her to give Marisa some space. But I'm not sure Sara will listen to me."

Becky smirked. "You think? Sara doesn't seem like the kind to back down."

Freen rolled her eyes. "No, she doesn't. But maybe, just maybe, I can convince her."

The conversation drifted away from Marisa's drama, but the playful teasing continued, with Becky and Freen exchanging knowing glances, and everyone around them laughing at the chaos that had erupted in the office recently.

Later that evening, after the day's events, Becky found herself walking back to the office with Freen once again. The air was crisp, and the walk was quiet—just the two of them, side by side.

Freen broke the silence first, her voice quiet. "So... about earlier. You know, when we were talking about taking things slow."

Becky looked over at her, surprised by the sudden seriousness. "Yeah?"

Freen smiled softly. "I meant what I said. I'm not rushing you. But when you're ready, just know that I want everyone to know about us." She glanced over at Becky, her eyes full of sincerity. "I'm not trying to push you. I just... I want to be open with you. And I want you to be open with me."