I want to see my best friend

Freda’s POV

“I don't feel too well Hardin,” I said as we got out of the car, Hardin hadn't said any word to me since we left the house, I felt like he was still angry about what I said earlier but what I don't understand is why he cares about what I thought of him.

“You are fine Freda, just stop fidgeting” he replied without looking at me.

“What are we doing here?”I asked looking all confused

“It's a casino Freda, they do all kinds of things in a casino” his reply was enough reason for me not to ask any further questions. As soon as we walked in, I felt a wave of discomfort wash over me. The sights and sounds assaulted my senses, overwhelming me with a mixture of excitement and unease.

The flashing lights and ringing of slot machines filled the air, creating a chaotic symphony that seemed to echo my inner turmoil. I glanced around, taking in the scene before me. People huddled around tables, their faces a mix of concentration and anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of ciga