Felix was nestled in the cozy confines of Freya's car, the air buzzing with the sound of laughter and frivolous chatter. Freya, a lively girl with her rainbow-tinted hair and oversized denim jacket, was at the helm, her eyes often darting to the rearview mirror to connect with Felix's. She'd invited him for a sleepover, along with a few other friends.

"Did you see Mrs. Patterson's face during history class today?" Freya asked with a stifled giggle, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Lily, who sat up front, responded with a quiet laughter, "She looked like she'd seen a ghost!" Felix joined in, his laughter harmonizing perfectly with the girls. "I think it was more of a shock that someone actually answered her question about the war of 1812!"

The car filled with a chorus of laughter, making the journey to Freya's house all the more enjoyable. As the car pulled into the driveway of a charming two-story house, cloaked in ivy and bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun, a sense of anticipation hung in the air. Freya was the first to break the moment's silence as she pushed open the front door. "Welcome to Casa de Freya!" she announced, her voice echoing through the hallway.

As they stepped inside, amidst the flurry of activity and excitement, Felix's eyes landed on a familiar face. It was you - Freya's older brother. The unexpected recognition caught him off guard, but he quickly regained composure. The girls had already moved further into the house, their voices echoing from the living room. Felix, however, remained captivated by your presence, having heard about you from Freya, but this was the first time he was seeing you face to face.