Enzo pulled her closer and she subconsciously leaned her head against his shoulders. He slowly tied up her hair and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Hazel had never been this close to Enzo before and, even though she was leaning on him at the roller coaster she was too scared to think of anything other than when she would get down.
His wooden musky perfume hit her nostrils wanting her to inhale more, the fabric of his coat was too smooth.
"Let's go," Enzo whispered in her ear.
"Hmm," Hazel rubbed her head once on his shoulder before stepping back.
"Oh no, dad is at home. I need to be at home before 10," Hazel panicked and jumped around.
"Hazel relax, I will make sure you will be home in half an hour," Enzo consoled her.
Hazel stuffed the printed photos in her purse and Enzo told the driver to drive fast.
