“A girl who looked a shit-ton like Hazel just ran out of here, man,” Rowdy warns. His cowboy hat is pulled low, but it doesn’t stop me from noticing his eyes darting toward the exit. “Figured you’d wanna know.” My brows furrow. “Hazel? M-my Hazel?” Rowdy nods. “Crap,” Kate mutters, looking shy and nervous as shit, twisting her hands in front of her as she stares at the exit.
Omg this bitch 🙄
