They had completed their meal, and Enzo left a huge tip, as he was very satisfied with the service. Most importantly, Hazel had enjoyed and savored the meal.
Enzo was talking on the phone while Hazel walked towards the exit. As soon as she opened the door, her face became pale, as if she had seen a ghost, and quickly, shut the door. Hazel turned back and did not notice Enzo was behind her, so she hit her nose on his solid chest.
"Ouch!" Hazel rubbed her nose, hissing in pain. Enzo ended the call and kept the mobile in his coat pocket.
"How can you be so careless?" Enzo asked. Since he worked out regularly in the gym, he had developed a strong muscular frame, while Hazel was like a delicate flower who withered under a harsh touch.
Enzo pulled her hands down and said, "Stop rubbing. It will turn redder." The pain had reduced a little bit. Hazel poked her finger in his chest and complained, "What do you eat? Your chest feels like it's made of steel."
