Hazel

I stood there as I watched Adam approach us; his eyes were fixed on me, but he had a blank expression on his face. When he got close, he halted, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“Haze?” he said, but made no attempt to hug me as he normally does.

"Really? Hopefully all good things," I responded.

“Adam” I reciprocated, initiating a hug that he returned with a distant pat on the back, as if we were strangers. 

“This is my friend, Sophia, Sophia, this is Hazel” he smiled, ...