“What is it?” Bennett held her hand and asked.

From the moment they had stepped out of the washroom till they reached the car to visit her Granny in the hospital, Hazel looked dull and disturbed.

He knew very well that she wasn’t shy at all, and he admired her for that value, so if that’s not the shyness then something worrisome for sure which made Hazel quiet as a mouse.

Hazel looked at him, hesitant, and Bennett gave her an encouraging smile, “Shoot.”

“Uhmm, I still think… you should reconsider your decision.” She told him and Bennett asked with a blank face, “About what precisely?”

“About me… About us…”...