Hazel stole several uneasy glances at Fiona, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel as tension quietly filled the car.
"Fin…"
Fiona let out a soft yawn, completely absorbed in the clips playing on Hazel's iPhone — scenes from her toothpaste commercial flashing across the screen while faint amusement lingered in her eyes.
"Yes?"
Hazel hesitated.
"About Meaney…"
Fiona barely reacted. "What about him?" she asked casually, her attention still fixed on the video.
Hazel bit her lower lip, struggling to find the right words. "Hmm… you see, don't let this—"
Fiona's gaze finally lifted from the phone, landing sharply on Hazel.
"What exactly are you trying to do, Hazel?"
Hazel's eyes fluttered nervously under the weight of Fiona's stare. "He's just… misbehaving. I don't think he truly likes her," she said softly, almost pitifully.
For a second, silence settled heavily between them.
