"It's my job," Hazel quickly uttered.

As she delved into selecting outfits for Francisco, Hazel couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Would he appreciate her taste?

Hazel realized she needed to adapt her behavior to fit the expectations of her new role.

For nearly an hour, Hazel wrestled with decisions. Meanwhile, Francisco, seemingly unfazed, tapped away on his phone. Hazel finally mustered the courage to break the silence.

"Sir."

Francisco looked up, his demeanor relaxed.

"I ...