Hazel had just stepped out of the workshop when she accidentally kicked a toy car that had rolled into her leg. She looked down and saw the jeep-shaped car toppled on the sidewalk.
"Oh, forgive our child! Are you hurt?" Hazel turned her head towards the voice of a young woman approaching, leading a small child who held a remote control.
For a moment, Hazel was stunned when she saw the child's brown eyes.
"Are you hurt, Miss?" The question brought her back to reality, and she looked at the woman.
"Oh, no, I'm fine," Hazel replied with a smile.
The child broke free from his mother's hand and rushed to pick up his car.
"Is it broken?" Hazel asked when she saw the child's forehead furrow as he turned his toy over and over.
Once again, Hazel was captivated by the boy's gaze, which sudden
