As soon as dinner ended, Frida pushed back her chair and left the table without a word.
The air inside the house felt charged, suffocating her in a haze of emotions Laz had stirred in her chest.
Staying there a second longer would mean losing control, and she couldn't afford that, not tonight.
The cool Vegas night greeted her like a balm, the crisp air brushing against her flushed cheeks and calming the storm within.
Neon lights reflected in her wide eyes as she walked aimlessly through the bustling streets.
The city's chaotic energy, the laughter, music, and flashing signs, felt like an invitation to forget.
Her feet carried her to a bar glowing under a sultry red neon sign. It promised escape and indulgence.
Biting her lip, she weighed her options. It had been months since she'd let herself truly unwind. "One drink," she murmured, stepping inside. "Just one."
The moment she crossed the threshold, she felt out of place.
