Freya went down to the bar and ordered herself a drink. She was mumbling to herself and had a tense expression on her face; you had to be blind to not notice how angry she was.
Freya nodded. She ranted the whole story to her, from Loki not buying her things to the accusations to the harsh words, and of course, his previous relationships like the one with Ang.
The girl, who's name was Cara, sighed. "I can see your point, but his, too. Don't yell at me, but I don't think you're being very fair to him. Accusing him of cheating all the time is in the end just going to drive him away, maybe even into the arms of his ex. And to my mind, I'd rather have my boyf tell me he loves me rather than buying stuff."
"I just wish he'd buy me flowers or chocolates every once in a while. You know, maybe surprise me with them once or twice a month. It's not that expensive. I'm not sure he appreciates me."
"Guys also tell women that they love them, and lie about it." She shrugged. "I don't even know how I'm supposed to apologise now. He doesn't want to talk to me."
"Maybe he's just scared that you're going to yell at him. Let's break this down into managable portions. What about the ex? Do you feel threatened by her?"