If it's a casino-game hall, then why was it called a bakery shop?" She wondered, still following Rafael from behind.
As they moved through the crowd, Cherry glanced around, trying to take it all in.
Suddenly, a tipsy guy stumbled into her, nearly spilling his drink all over her.
He wore a wrinkled, stained T-shirt that hung loosely over faded jeans.
His unkempt hair fell into his eyes, and his breath reeked of cheap beer.
"Oops! You should've watched where you were going!" he laughed, clearly oblivious to her irritation as he continued on his way, leaving Cherry to wipe her arm in frustration.
Before she could shake off the encounter, another figure rushed past her, shoving her slightly as he hurried to the blackjack table.
"Move it! I'm on a hot streak!" he shouted over his shoulder, not even glancing back. Cherry could only roll her eyes as he disappeared into the crowd.
