After losing her parents, Hazel took some time off work and went on vacation with her friend to clear her mind. She is once again left in this cruel world, but thanks to the heavens, she has a friend.
As they were coming back from their trip. Hazel and Mariam stopped by a coffee shop. As Hazel walked to the counter to place an order for Mariam and herself. As she bumped into a handsome-looking guy, Hazel exclaimed fiercely, "Can you watch where.....
"Looking into Hazel's eyes were two brown eyes, piercing into her soul. This made Hazel feel a sense of comfort, preventing her from bursting out at him.
"I'm sorry about your beautiful dress!" Peter said with a warm smile, his voice smooth and reassuring. He glanced at the fabric, now slightly soiled from their bump as his coffee split on her dress, and he added, "I honestly didn't see you there. I hope it's not too bad!" His friendly demeanor softened the moment, making it clear he genuinely cared about her feelings.
"Oh, it's okay," Hazel uttered, sensing his genuine concern. There was something about him that made her feel a strange sense of connection, as if they belonged together in some way. Shaking off the thought, she focused on cleaning her stained dress in the washroom. When she finally walked out, feeling a bit more composed,
she spotted Peter waiting by the corner, a hopeful smile on his face. It was as if he had been looking for her, and in that moment, a flutter of excitement filled the air between them.
"Please, let me make it up to you," Peter said earnestly, a sincere smile spreading across his face. Hazel couldn't help but smile back, a thought crossing her mind that he truly was a gentleman. Her musings were interrupted when Peter continued, "Let me introduce myself properly." "I'm Peter," he said, his calm voice inviting and warm. "Hazel," she replied, feeling a spark of connection as their eyes met.
Hazel approached Mariam, who had been quietly observing the scene unfold with an intrigued smile. Standing just a few feet away, Mariam felt a warmth in her heart as she watched the undeniable chemistry between Hazel and Peter. She remained silent, believing that Cupid was busily at work in her friend's life, nudging them together in this moment of chance.
The ambiance around them seemed charged with possibility, and Mariam could almost sense the spark igniting between them. She felt a thrill of anticipation, eager to witness how this unexpected encounter might bloom into something beautiful.
"Let's go, I need to change my dress," Hazel said calmly to Mariam, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions she felt. "Sure," Mariam replied, her smile still lingering as they both headed to the car. As they settled into the vehicle, the atmosphere was filled with a sense of excitement and unspoken possibilities. The drive home felt lighter, almost electric, as they chatted about the evening's events, Hazel stealing glances at the road while her mind drifted back to Peter and their brief but promising encounter.
Upon reaching home, Hazel stepped out of the car, the cool evening air wrapping around her like a refreshing blanket after the warmth inside the vehicle. She paused for a moment to wave goodbye to Mariam, who sat in the passenger seat with an encouraging smile that radiated understanding and excitement, as if she too could feel the lingering energy from Hazel's earlier encounter.
As Hazel crossed the threshold into her house, she was greeted by the familiar scent of lavender from the candles her mother often burned around the living room. The warmth of the home felt comforting, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions still swirling in her mind.
She was eager to find respite and clarity after the evening's events. Once in her room, Hazel leaned against the door for a brief moment, her heart racing as she replayed the scenes with Peter in her mind. The way he had looked at her with those earnest eyes, and how effortlessly he had made her smile lingered in her thoughts. She felt an inexplicable warmth blooming in her chest, igniting a sense of hope and possibility she hadn't anticipated. Rushing to the bathroom, she splashed cool water on her face, the sensation revitalizing her. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her cheeks still flushed from both embarrassment and excitement.
After drying her face, she quickly changed into her favorite comfortable pajamas—a soft, oversized tee that bore the logo of a band she loved, paired with cozy flannel pants. As she stood in front of the mirror again, Hazel allowed herself a moment to reflect.
She wondered what tomorrow would bring. Would she see Peter again? Was this fleeting moment the beginning of something deeper? With a small, hopeful smile playing on her lips, she embraced the night's lingering emotions and the thrill of possibilities before sliding under her soft covers, ready to dream about what was yet to come.
As the soft morning light streamed through her curtains, gently illuminating her room, Hazel stirred awake, feeling the warmth of the sun on her face. She stretched, shaking off the remnants of sleep, and then swung her legs over the side of the bed. Today felt different; there was an exciting energy in the air that made her heart race with anticipation.
She moved to the bathroom, splashing cool water on her face to fully awaken her senses. After brushing her teeth, she carefully applied her makeup, choosing a light foundation that created a flawless canvas, followed by a touch of rosy blush to add a healthy glow. She delicately lined her eyes and coated her lashes with mascara, feeling a confident smile cross her lips when she glanced at her reflection—the perfect balance of effortless beauty.
Next, she turned her attention to her wardrobe. Hazel scoured her closet, her heart racing as she envisioned the impression she wanted to make.
She finally settled on a stunning emerald green dress that hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her curves while offering a sense of elegance and flair. The fabric shimmered lightly in the sunlight, reminiscent of the vibrant colors of a fresh spring day. Once she slipped the dress on, she adorned herself with delicate gold jewelry—small hoop earrings and a matching bracelet—that added a touch of sophistication without overwhelming her look.
Finally, Hazel styled her hair into soft waves, letting them cascade over her shoulders, framing her face beautifully. As she stood in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but admire the reflection staring back at her: a confident woman ready to take on the day. With one last check to ensure everything was perfect, she took a deep breath, her heart fluttering at the thought of what the day might hold, especially regarding Peter. With a determined smile, she grabbed her bag and headed out the door, embracing the morning with renewed hope and excitement.
As Hazel walked into the office, her assistant Sarah greeted her with a bright smile.
"Welcome back, Hazel!" she said cheerfully.
"Thank you," Hazel replied, her tone steady.
"How was the affair while I was gone?" she asked, adopting a calm, authoritative voice.
Sarah quickly handed her a few documents. "Everything went smoothly. Here are the reports and updates on project timelines." Hazel skimmed through the papers, nodding in satisfaction.
"Good," she said, appreciating the team's efforts. "Let's schedule a team meeting so I can catch up," she instructed, feeling a renewed sense of determination as she prepared to dive back into work.