Armaan knew Freddie wasn't a big drinker, and he had champagne for later. So he grabbed a can of soda for each of them and carried it back to the table. It wasn't as classy as wine, but who cared?
Once Freddie had loaded up his plate, Armaan moved to do the same. "I wanted to do something really nice for you, now that I can afford something like this," he explained. There had been a gap in his paychecks after losing his first broadcasting job to racism. It hadn't been long, but without Freddie, he would have been eating plain white rice for about a week until he finally got paid for his current job. Or begging Avery for his leftovers. But Freddie had stepped up and fed him without complaint. "And to thank you for feeding me when I needed it."