Hazel was pacing in her room. She was sitting on the bed than standing up. She was walking towards the window to see if he arrived! She was continuously fiddling with her fingers in nervousness. She was biting her nails, looking at the passers-by, the cars running on the street. But, he is not here yet! Hazel's heartbeat was running as she has to win a race in Olympics. She looks herself in the dressing mirror for the hundredth time, the nervousness taking over her senses.
Hazel wore a white embroiled long shirt with ripped jeans. She straightened her hair then tied them in a loose ponytail, she wore light make-up. She doesn’t want to overdo it, Hazel wore her white pumps then set her huge glasses frame on her eyes. She was looking usual, she didn’t do anything special. Hazel is like that
