Hazel sighed in relief when her house came into sight. It seemed like she had been walking for ours, walking the walk of shame and she just couldn't be happier. When she got to the front door, she huffed and turned the door knob to let herself in. She kicked her shoes off, they flew off her feet courtesy of the force applied by Hazel. The apartment was warm and the aroma of boiling soup wafted through the house, Zelda was in.
"Hi Hazel." Her voice has a lace of enthusiasm as she walked in but all that dropped when she took sight of Hazel. "Oh, Hazel." Thus time, her tone was laced with curiosity amidst care. Her eyes held questions, a lot of them but Hazel was not in any mood to answer any and so she threw her a look but Zelda didn't seem to be the one who understood looks and knew what they meant so she therefore proceeded to ask one. "What happened, Hazel? You do not look like you, at all."
