Hazel chose the cake shake, involving a huge cake batter milkshake with vanilla frosting all around the rim of the glass that had been rolled in sprinkles. The whole thing was topped with an actual slice of yellow cake covered in even more sprinkles. The man had been right. There was no way she could finish this thing on her own.
She secretly sized him up as he dug into his half of the cake slice. He was handsome but in an average, unremarkable way. His hair was a few shades darker blonde than hers would have been if it wasn't currently dyed rose gold. Since graduating high school she had never stuck to one unique hair color for long.
His hazel eyes were browner than they probably would have appeared outside due to the dim lighting of the restaurant. The most mesmerizing thing about him was his lopsided grin.
"What's your name? I just realized we haven't introduced ourselves," she said a bit sheepishly. "I'm Hazel Dixon."
