C143 A gentle kiss

As the car glided through the streets, Francisco's gaze drifted out of the window, his thoughts lost in contemplation. Hazel mirrored his silence, the tension between them palpable in the confined space of the car.

But it was Hazel who broke the uneasy silence, her voice a hesitant interruption in the quiet.

"Lily and I could go, you should not need to come with me," she suggested