Hayden's hand continued to tug at his silky blonde hair gently, even after he entered the cake and dessert shop closest to the hotel. Had Zenos seen his actions, Zenos would've tried to stop him, but Hayden was far too nervous to stop himself from tugging at his hair.
Hayden had spent his day bickering with Craig, so he didn't care, or it was more like Hayden had forgotten about the mask's case, but now that he was alone, a sense of nervousness and unease filled him deeply. He couldn't help fidgeting.
Hayden tucked his hand into his pocket with the thought of how he had already begun to miss Zenos, even though they had just departed from each other and would be back together in a few minutes.
“Good day, handsome young man. What do you like?” Hayden was asked as soon as he sat down in one of the restaurant's cozy black chairs. He took a polite glance at the waiter.
