"Hazel, are you okay?" Romeo stared at her in fright when he noticed her go pale.

Her hand which was placed atop his on the round table left his. She squeezed the tip of her gown tight and darted her eyes around in obvious fear. Romeo's question remained unanswered to.

He approached slowly enough that she could hear him approaching and she tried not to stare at his hands as he carried a notepad. Her head was wrapped in a thick fog of different questions.

Why did he have to be here of all places? Her life back in Miami was in the past. At least for now. She didn't...