“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I’m meeting a couple of my friends here, we come every Sunday night,” he said. “You look nice.”
I blushed a little. “Thank you,” I said.
“Are you meeting someone here?” He asked.
Oh s**t, my date. “I am,” I said. “I’m meeting an old friend of mine.”
“Excuse me, are you Hazel?” I heard another voice behind me say. I turned my head to look.
“Uh…” I said.
“I’m Dan, Rachel’s friend,” he said, smiling awkwardly at me.
I closed my eyes. His timing could not have been worse. “Oh, hi, yes, I’m Hazel,” I opened my eyes and turned fully to face him now, avoiding Logan who I’m sure was listening/watching intently.
“Shall we?” He offered his arm to me.
I hesitated, then gin
