Hazel pushed the bar door open and stepped inside.
The low music, the clink of glasses, and scattered laughter greeted her.
She stood a few feet from the entrance, her eyes sweeping through the dimly lit room until she found Fiona at the far end of the room. She immediately crossed the room as her gaze shifted towards the table, and several empty glasses lay comfortably on it.
A crooked, knowing smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
"Oh, Fiona."
Hazel pulled out the chair before her and lowered herself onto it.
"Hey, baby."
Fiona slowly turned towards her, a wide smile spread across her lips.
"Hazel is here."
Before Hazel could react, she reached out and grabbed both sides of her face, squishing her cheeks until her lips puckered.
"Hazel, you came for me!"
Hazel's eyes narrowed comically.
"Y-Yes, I c-came," Hazel mumbled through Fiona's grip. "C-Could you l-let go of my cheeks now?"
"Hehehehe," Fiona giggled like a mischievous child. "Sure."
She releases Hazel.
