Standing in front of her was a man who was tall and muscular. He looks like he has hit the gym regularly in the last few years. With his black leather jacket and high boots, he gave off a thrilling vibe.
He had long hair at the front which was neatly curled and his beard styled fashionably. He looked like a bad boy riding his motorcycle breaking all the speed limits. Gone was the sweet, gentle boy and here stood a dark and notorious man.
"Happy birthday Hazel," Enzo said as he handed her a flower bouquet.
Hazel had stammered and received the flowers. He had asked her a few questions and then someone had called her from the crowd. Enzo had told her to go meet her guests, as all wanted to have a glance at the birthday girl, and they could talk later.
