With her gaze glued to her lap, Hazel mutters, “And I guess it rubbed off on me.” She gulps and looks up at me again. “Does she hate me?” “Kate?” I question. Hazel nods. “I’m sure she doesn’t.” “Did I ruin everything between you two?” she questions me. “Not at all, Haze.” “Are you lying to make me feel better?”
I mean I’d probably hate you 🤷🏻♀️
