Leave me alone

Freda’s POV

As Andre approached, my heart started to race. I tried to act casual, pretending not to notice him, but it was impossible to ignore his presence. The once carefree atmosphere suddenly felt suffocating, and I couldn't shake off the discomfort all I could think of was how Hardin would react if he found him here.

“Hi,” I replied causally, giving him the vibe of of don't want to speak with you. I could feel the weight of Hardin’s disapproval lingering in the air. The memory of his anger and hurt flashed in my mind, making me question every move I made. I felt like I was walking on eggshells, afraid to say or do anything that might trigger another outburst.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” Andre said as he walked towards me. With each step he took closer, my anxiety intensified. I desperately searched for an escape route, a way to avoid the impending confrontation. But it seemed like fate had a different plan for me that day.

As Andre finally reached me, I mustered up the courage