Hazel rushed into the living room where Rachel and Harry were sitting on the sofa, discussing the details of the party.

Seeing her who suddenly ran, Rachel asked in amazement. “Hazel, aren’t you cooking with Joshua in the kitchen? Why is your face so red?”

“... The kitchen is a little hot,” Hazel said awkwardly. She couldn’t tell her parents that Joshua had made a pass at her, could she?

No... It shouldn’t be called ‘flirting.’ She knew when Joshua was joking and when he was ...