Okay, this was uncomfortable. Damien shifted on his foot as Hazel stared at the man, her face impassive but entire stance ringing with hostility. The man gazed back at her, eyes troubled and brimming with what Damien felt was guilt. He knew that expression because that was what he exactly sees these days whenever he looks at himself in the mirror. He tries not to though. He doesn't like the person who gazes back at him. He likes the person he sees in Hazel's eyes. And even though it was far from the truth, a man likes to dream regardless.
"Maybe...I should give you some er privacy," Damien mumbled, trying to move away from her. Hazel grabbed his suit jacket and turned her eyes to him and even though her face was perfectly void of any expression, her eyes begged him to stay. He was slowly
