"How are you two coming in together?" Jake asked, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Had something to do, so we went out together," Glen replied, his voice a soft murmur, a hint of pride in his tone.  "Are you the only ones in the House now?"
"Yes," Courtney confirmed, her eyes scanning the room, her gaze landing on the table, where a delicious-looking meal was laid out.  "By the way, did you cook this, Glen?"
Glen's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of confusion in his expression.  "Hmm?  What?" he asked, his voice laced with a genuine bewilderment.
Jake's voice cut through the tense silence, his words a simple statement that held a weight far beyond their meaning.  "The soup," he said, his gaze fixed on Glen, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Glen's shoulders slumped, a sigh escaping his lips, a sound that echoed the disappointment that had settled over the room.  "...Did you eat it?" he asked, his voice a low murmur, a hint of hurt in his tone.
Hazel's brow furrowed in confusion.  "Huh?" she asked, her voice laced with a bewilderment that mirrored her own.  She had thought Glen would let it go, would understand that Courtney had simply been trying to be helpful, to take care of herself.
"I ate it because I wasn't feeling so well," Courtney said, her voice a soft murmur, a hint of guilt in her tone.  "So you made it?"
Glen's sigh deepened, a wave of coldness washing over him, a chill that seemed to permeate the air.  Hazel had never seen him like this, so withdrawn, so distant.  He was usually so gentle, so understanding, so quick to forgive.
"W-what's going on?" Hazel asked, her voice a soft whisper, her heart sinking with a sense of unease.
She couldn't understand what had gotten into Glen.  He was usually so easygoing, so quick to let things go.  But the atmosphere was thick with tension, the silence heavy with unspoken words.
Right, Hazel thought, remembering the events of the day.  Glen had said he cooked for her before they came in.  Was that soup meant for her?  Then...  Can she clear the air somehow?  What do she do...?  Shall she stay out of this?  Or shall she say something? so she Tell Glen that she can help him.
"We can cook more!" she exclaimed, her voice a touch too loud, a desperate attempt to break the tension, to lighten the mood.
"Huh?" Glen replied, his voice a soft murmur, his gaze fixed on her, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Just make another one again!" Hazel continued, her voice filled with a determined enthusiasm.  "Courtney doesn't seem well, either.  I understand why she didn't want to cook.  It's good if you ate it well!  Are you feeling better?"
"Yes..." Courtney murmured, her voice a soft whisper, a hint of gratitude in her tone.
"All's good as long as you stay healthy," Hazel said, her voice a reassuring warmth.  "As for dinner, we can just cook again."
"Let me help you, too!" Courtney said, her voice filled with a genuine desire to make things right.
Hazel deliberately raised her voice, her words a beacon of hope in the darkness that had descended upon the room.  She could feel the awkwardness melting away, the tension easing, the atmosphere shifting.  Glen joined them, his movements a little stiff at first, but his presence was a calming force, a reassuring presence that helped to restore order to the chaos.
"Sometimes, you seem to be more mature than me, Hazel," Glen said, his voice a gentle murmur, a hint of gratitude in his tone.  "Thanks."
Hazel's heart swelled with a sense of satisfaction.    She had helped to bridge the gap, to mend the broken connection, to restore harmony to the room.
"I'm sorry, Glen," Courtney said, her voice laced with a genuine remorse.  "I'll ask next time.  I guess I was just too tired to cook."
Jake's voice cut through the lingering tension, a wave of relief washing over the room.  "I was the one who told Courtney she can eat that," he said, his gaze fixed on Glen, a hint of remorse in his eyes.  "It's not her fault because I made her eat it when she was about to order some food.  I'm sorry."
He turned to Courtney, his expression softening, his voice laced with a gentle concern.  "So don't be mad at Courtney."
Courtney's cheeks flushed, a wave of embarrassment washing over her.  "Err... N-no!" she exclaimed, her voice a soft whisper.  "I was the one who decided to eat it in the end."
For some reason, Hazel couldn't help but smile.  The way Jake and Courtney interacted, the way their eyes met, the way their voices intertwined, it was a subtle dance of unspoken emotions, a hint of something more than friendship.
"Don't you need to take some medicine?" Jake asked, his voice laced with a genuine concern that warmed Courtney's heart.
"No, I'm fine," Courtney replied, her voice a soft murmur, a hint of gratitude in her tone.  "Thank you, Jake."
Hazel couldn't shake the feeling that there was something going on between them, a spark, a connection, a hint of something deeper.  She had never thought of herself as greedy, but now she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, a sense of unease that she had never experienced before.  She had thought she was close to Jake, that they shared a special bond.  Now she was a bit upset that he was close with another girl as well.
After much trouble, they finished their dinner, the awkwardness fading, replaced by a sense of camaraderie, a shared sense of relief.  They left the kitchen with a light heart, the tension dissipating, the atmosphere lighter.
The living room was bathed in the soft glow of the evening, a haven of warmth and familiarity.  Glen sat on the couch, his shoulders slumped, his expression a mixture of regret and self-reproach.
"You must've been surprised earlier," he said, his voice a soft murmur, his gaze fixed on Hazel.  "I'm sorry."
"Well, I feel you," Hazel replied, her voice laced with a gentle understanding.  "And why would you be sorry to me?  Anyway, it's good that it ended well."
"No... I don't know why I acted like that as well," Glen said, his voice filled with a genuine remorse.  "I should apologize to others once again.  And I made you worry with this... Why did I have to act like a child?"
Glen's restlessness was palpable, a subtle shift in his demeanor that spoke volumes about his inner turmoil.  He was so icy earlier, so withdrawn, so distant, but now he looked anxious, his gaze fixed on Hazel, his eyes searching hers, as though he was trying to read her thoughts, to decipher her feelings.  He seemed to be trying to gauge her reaction, to see if she was disappointed in him, as though he truly cared about her opinion, as though he truly liked her.
"It was the first time seeing you getting upset," Hazel said, her voice a soft murmur, her eyes filled with a gentle concern.
Glen's shoulders slumped, a sigh escaping his lips.  "Yes... I think I was quite upset," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.  "I didn't know I could be this childish, too.  Earlier, I knew I was acting strange, but I couldn't control myself."
Hazel's heart ached for him.  She knew he was struggling, knew that he was trying to understand his own emotions, trying to make sense of the world around him.
"Things happen," she said, her voice laced with a gentle reassurance.  "And I think it's this House that's making us all childish!"
Glen's eyes met hers, a flicker of gratitude in their depths.  "Still, I don't think anyone came this far," he said, his voice a soft murmur, a hint of vulnerability in his tone.  "Lately, I've been getting a bit impatient when it comes to you.  I think I'm changing."
He spoke in a composed manner, his voice low and steady, but his words carried a weight that resonated deeply within Hazel.  He seemed worried that he might come across as childish, but he didn't need to be.  It was quite strange and heart-fluttering to see someone change, to see someone evolve, to see someone adapt, just for her.
"I feel like I'm the only impatient person here," Glen continued, his voice a touch hesitant, a hint of self-doubt in his tone.  "Sometimes, I think that everyone is doing well except for me.  Haha, I'm not sure what I'm talking about right now."
Hazel's heart softened.  She had always seen Glen as mature, composed, relaxed.  She had never imagined that he had his own struggles, his own anxieties, his own insecurities.
"Well, I didn't see that coming from you," she said, her voice laced with a gentle surprise.
"I care about it a lot," Glen said, his eyes searching hers, a depth of emotion swirling within them.  "When I'm alone, all I think about is the Luv House."
His words were a revelation, a glimpse into the depths of his heart, a promise of passion and intensity that she had never imagined.
"I don't think you're the only one feeling like that," she said, her voice a soft murmur, her eyes filled with a gentle understanding.  "I guess everyone is."
Everyone looked cool on the outside, but she was sure they all had their own worries, their own anxieties, their own insecurities.  That was the case for her, too.  Well, she didn't look cool either, though.
"You're easy to read, Hazel," Glen said, his voice a soft murmur, a hint of amusement in his tone.
"What?" Hazel asked, her eyes widening in surprise, her cheeks flushing with a wave of warmth.  "Can you tell that I'm so nervous?"
"I can see what you're thinking," Glen said, his gaze lingering on her, a playful glint in his eyes.  "And your charms are so clear.  It's problematic because other guys can see that, too."
"What...?" Hazel asked, her voice a soft whisper, her mind racing, her heart pounding in her chest.
Glen's words were a gentle reminder, a soft caress that lingered in the air long after he had left.  "It was fun today," he had said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.  "Sleep well so that you won't be sick in the morning.  Good night."
He had made her heart race, had stirred a whirlwind of emotions within her.  Yet, he had simply stroked her hair, his touch a gentle warmth that sent a jolt of electricity through her.  He had worn that beautiful smile, a smile that could melt glaciers, a smile that could make her forget all her worries.  He had told her to sleep well... but how could she, after seeing that dashing smile, after feeling the warmth of his touch?  Her heart was thumping so fast, her mind racing, her senses overwhelmed.  She couldn't fall asleep.
The girls' room was a haven of quiet, a sanctuary from the chaos of the Luv House.  Hazel sat on her bed, her mind replaying the events of the day, the laughter, the tension, the unexpected twists and turns.  So many things had happened, so many emotions had been stirred.
Okay, she thought, taking a deep breath.  Let me send the text message first.  Send to Aiden.
"I wonder if you're still busy," she typed, her fingers flying across the keyboard.  "Take care!"
A notification popped up on her phone, a message from the anonymous sender.  "I couldn't get to see you today!" it read.  "I miss you!"
Next, the Luv Question.  State a situation that you never want to happen to you in a relationship.
Hazel scrolled through the answers, her mind absorbing the words, the emotions, the hopes and fears of her housemates.
"When there's no more passion and the relationship gets boring.  I hate to imagine the end." Sol reply.
"I hate it when misunderstandings piles up little by little, then finally explodes.  It's not a big deal if you say it, but it is, if you hide it." Lina text.
"Secrets.  A situation where you don't know about your lover.  It creates doubts." Asher typed.
"When someone knows my lover more than I do and tells me about it." Jake send.
"Unwittingly offending the other person." Courtney send.
"Making me disappointed." Aiden answer.
"A situation where I can't do anything for my lover." Glen reply.
What do hazel say?  Hazel pondered, her mind racing, her heart aching with a sense of longing.
"When it's clear that we've changed," she typed, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.
"Oh, Hazel," Courtney said, her voice a soft murmur, a hint of concern in her tone.  "Have this."
"Huh?" Hazel asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"You were the one not feeling well, right?" Courtney said, her eyes filled with a gentle warmth.
Courtney handed her a vitamin drink, a small gesture of kindness that warmed Hazel's heart.  She had been thinking about the situation earlier, about Hazel's discomfort, about her need for care.
"Thanks," Hazel said, her voice a soft murmur, a wave of gratitude washing over her.  "And are you feeling better?"
"Yes," Courtney said, her voice a soft whisper, a hint of relief in her tone.  "I was sick in the stomach, but I'm fine now."
She must be disappointed, Hazel thought, remembering the earlier incident.  But she was still wearing a smile, a brave smile that masked her own anxieties.  Courtney was so mature, so thoughtful, so considerate.  Did she have worries, too?  Well, Glen did.  Courtney should have her own concerns as well.
Anyway, Hazel thought, taking a sip of the vitamin drink.  She drink this and go to bed.  She don't feel so well... Since everyone took care of me today, She's sure she'll be fine tomorrow.
Thinking to herself, she drifted off to sleep, her mind filled with the warmth of their kindness, the promise of a new day, the hope of a love that was just beginning to blossom.
The fluorescent lights of the teacher's office buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered desks and overflowing bookshelves.  Hazel sat hunched over her desk, her face pale, her brow furrowed in discomfort.  She had thought she would be over with being sick, but she felt worse today, a wave of nausea washing over her, a tightness in her chest that made it difficult to breathe.  What was happening to her?  She felt so sick in the stomach, a churning sensation that threatened to consume her.
"Ms. Martinez," Ms. Park said, her voice a gentle concern breaking through Hazel's thoughts.  "Are you going home early today?  We're thinking of having dinner together."
"Ah... I think so," she said, her voice a soft murmur, her eyes downcast.  "I'm not feeling very well."
"Oh, okay," Ms. Park said, her brow furrowed with concern.  "You don't look well.  Are you okay?"
"Haha... I should be fine after a rest," Hazel said, forcing a smile, trying to downplay her discomfort.  "I have an appointment today, but I'm going to have to cancel that, too.  Ugh, I'm dying."
Something was definitely wrong with her body, she knew it.  Yesterday's sickness had been a warning, a harbinger of something more serious.  She just wanted to go home, to crawl into bed, to rest, to let her body heal.
The Luv Alert buzzed, a digital messenger of love and intrigue, interrupting her thoughts.  "This is the 4th Luv Question," it announced, the words flashing across the screen.  "Tonight, what would you like to tell him/her the most?"
Back at the house, Lina's voice echoed through the hallway, a friendly invitation that pierced through Hazel's fog of discomfort.
"Are you home?" Lina asked, her voice a cheerful warmth that contrasted with Hazel's growing unease.  "I'm thinking of ordering some food.  Do you want anything?"
Hazel's voice was a soft whisper, a plea for solitude, a desperate attempt to escape the growing discomfort that threatened to consume her.  "No," she said, her eyes downcast, her cheeks flushed with a feverish warmth.  "I... don't feel very well.  I'm going to lie down for a bit."
Lina's brow furrowed, her concern evident in her voice.  "...Are you okay?" she asked, her eyes searching Hazel's face, her intuition telling her that something was wrong.
"I think I'll be fine, soon..." Hazel said, trying to sound reassuring, trying to downplay her discomfort.  But her voice trembled, her words lacked conviction, her body ached with a growing sense of unease.
"You really look like you're struggling," Lina said, her voice laced with a gentle concern that warmed Hazel's heart.  "Should I take you to the hospital?"
"No," Hazel said, her voice a soft murmur, her head shaking slightly.  "Lying down for a bit will be fine."
"Let me know if it gets worse, okay?" Lina said, her eyes filled with a genuine concern that Hazel couldn't help but appreciate.
"I should get some sleep... it'll be fine after that," Hazel said, her voice a desperate attempt to convince herself, to convince Lina, to convince everyone that she was okay.  But deep down, she knew that something was wrong, something serious.
The girls' room was a haven of quiet, a sanctuary from the chaos of the Luv House.  Hazel crawled onto her bed, her body aching, her mind racing.  She felt something churning in her stomach, a constant, relentless motion that made her feel nauseous, a sensation that she couldn't ignore.  She felt sweat all over her body, her skin clammy, her breath shallow.  She had been busy, a bit stressed these days, trying to juggle her responsibilities, trying to fit in, trying to find her place in this strange new world.  Was that why?  She had no time to think, no time to process, no time to take care of herself.  She should go see a doctor.
"You..." Asher's voice cut through her thoughts, his words a gentle concern that pierced through her fog of discomfort.
"Oh, Asher," Hazel said, her voice a soft murmur, her eyes meeting his, a hint of surprise in her expression.  "What's that expression on his face?"
"Lina told me you weren't feeling well," Asher said, his voice laced with a genuine concern that warmed Hazel's heart.  "Are you okay?"
"I would say yes, but today is different," Hazel said, her voice a touch hesitant, her body aching with a growing sense of unease.
"Hey, where does it hurt?" Asher asked, his brow furrowed with concern, his hand reaching out, as though he wanted to touch her, to comfort her.
"My inside..." Hazel said, her voice a soft whisper, her eyes downcast.
"Why?  Are you nauseous?  How?" Asher asked, his voice laced with a genuine concern that Hazel couldn't help but appreciate.
"Like it's churning... I honestly sound like I'm dying," Hazel said, trying to sound bright, trying to downplay her discomfort.  But her voice trembled, her words lacked conviction, her body ached with a growing sense of unease.
"I should go to the hospital," she said, her voice a desperate plea, a realization dawning on her.  "Where's my car key...?"
"I'll go with you," Asher said, his voice a reassuring warmth that filled Hazel's heart with a sense of hope.
Hazel's brow furrowed, her gaze fixed on Asher, her mind struggling to process his words, his actions.  "Hmm?" she mumbled, her voice a soft whisper, her body aching with a growing sense of unease.
"You're not going anywhere alone like that," Asher said, his voice firm, his eyes filled with a determination that she couldn't help but admire.  "I'm coming with you.  Can you walk?  Hold my hand."
"I can get up myself," Hazel said, her voice a touch defiant, her pride struggling to hold back the tide of weakness that was threatening to consume her.  "It's not like I'm dying."
"You really never listen," Asher said, his voice a gentle scolding, his hand reaching out, his fingers gently intertwining with hers.
As soon as he had finished talking, he was holding onto her hand, his grip firm, his touch a reassuring warmth that sent a jolt of electricity through her.
"Your hand is icy cold," Asher said, his voice laced with a concern that she couldn't help but appreciate.  "You should've gone to the doctor a long time ago!"
"Wow... you're scolding me when I'm sick?" Hazel asked, her voice a touch playful, a desperate attempt to lighten the mood, to distract herself from the growing discomfort that threatened to consume her.
"You deserve it," Asher said, his voice a gentle reprimand, his eyes filled with a concern that she couldn't help but appreciate.  "Be quiet and just lean on me."
"Is she okay?" Lina asked, her voice a soft murmur, her eyes filled with a concern that mirrored Hazel's own.
"I'll go to the hospital with her," Asher said, his voice firm, his gaze fixed on Lina, his determination unwavering.  "You can let others know."
"Okay..." Lina said, her voice a soft murmur, her eyes filled with a concern that Hazel couldn't help but appreciate.
"Ugh..." Hazel thought, her body aching, her mind racing.  "I can't even walk right now... Asher, wait.  I'm sorry, but I really have no strength.  I want to lie down for a bit."
"What's wrong?  Are you okay?" Asher asked, his voice laced with a concern that she couldn't help but appreciate.
It was weird, Hazel thought, her body aching, her mind racing.  She couldn't move.  It hurt so much, she didn't know why.  She just wanted to lie here, to rest, to let the pain subside.
The emergency room was a blur of activity, a cacophony of sounds, a whirlwind of emotions.  Hazel felt a wave of nausea wash over her, a dizziness that made her world spin.
"Oh my... Where am I?" she mumbled, her voice a soft whisper, her mind struggling to process her surroundings.
Hazel blinked, her eyes adjusting to the unfamiliar white ceiling, the sterile smell of the hospital room filling her nostrils.  She was in the hospital... alone?  Where was everyone else?  Had they all gone home?  Had they left her here, alone in this cold, white room?
"Are you alright?" Asher's voice cut through her thoughts, his words a gentle concern that warmed her heart.
"Did you bring me here?" Hazel asked, her voice a soft whisper, her mind struggling to process the events of the past few hours.
"Who else?" Asher replied, his voice a touch playful, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint.  "It's just me here.  Anyway, do you feel better now?"
"I'm fine," Hazel said, her voice a touch hesitant, her body still aching, her mind still fuzzy.  "Were you here the whole time?"
"Where else would I be?" Asher asked, his voice a touch exasperated, his eyes searching hers, as though he was trying to read her thoughts, to decipher her feelings.
"You were really worried, huh?" Hazel asked, her voice a soft murmur, her heart warming with a sense of gratitude.
"I wasn't," Asher said, his voice a touch defensive, his eyes fixed on her, his expression a mixture of concern and annoyance.  "I just didn't want you to be sick.  Hey, why are you smiling?  Don't."
It was strange, Hazel thought, a wave of laughter bubbling up within her.  She felt so weak, so vulnerable, but she couldn't stop laughing.  It was as if Asher's face, his presence, was transferring happy energy to her, a warmth that spread through her body, a lightness that lifted her spirits.  She couldn't help it, seeing him acting all cool and unbothered, his nonchalance a stark contrast to the panic she had felt earlier.
"They say it's stomach cramp from stress," Asher said, his voice a gentle concern, his eyes searching hers, as though he was trying to understand, to help her.  "What were you so stressed about?"
"I was a bit busy these days," Hazel said, her voice a soft murmur, her mind replaying the events of the past few weeks, the deadlines, the exams, the pressure.  "I had stuff to do, with the exam period coming around."
"You should still be taking care of yourself," Asher said, his voice laced with a gentle reprimand, his eyes filled with a concern that she couldn't help but appreciate.
"I'm better now, so no nitpicking," Hazel said, her voice a touch playful, a desperate attempt to lighten the mood, to distract herself from the lingering discomfort.
"You deserve some nitpicking," Asher said, his voice a gentle scolding, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint.  "I was so worried..."
"But earlier, you said you weren't?" Hazel asked, her voice a soft murmur, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"This isn't a worry...!" Asher exclaimed, his voice a touch exasperated, his cheeks flushing with a wave of embarrassment.
Asher looked embarrassed for some reason, his gaze fixed on the floor, his mind racing, his thoughts a jumbled mess.  As if he was thinking about something else, he finally opened his mouth.
"Yeah... I was," he said, his voice a soft murmur, his eyes meeting hers, a flicker of vulnerability in their depths.  "I sped up way too much, worried if anything's gone wrong with you.  I hope I don't get a speed ticket."
"I'll pay for it, if you do!" Hazel exclaimed, her voice a playful warmth, her heart warming with a sense of gratitude.
Asher's gaze lingered on Hazel, his cheeks flushed, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.  "I don't need that," he said, his voice a soft murmur, his words a gentle reassurance that warmed her heart.  "Just take care of yourself.  I don't care about anything else.  Really."
"I'm so relieved you're better," Asher said, his voice a soft murmur, his eyes searching hers, as though he was trying to read her thoughts, to decipher her feelings.
"Oh, right," Hazel said, her voice a soft murmur, her mind still fuzzy, her body still aching.  "So when am I going to leave the hospital?"
"Not today," Asher said, his voice firm, his eyes fixed on her, his determination unwavering.  "You're staying here with me tonight."
"Huh?  But..." Hazel said, her brow furrowed in confusion, her mind struggling to process his words, his actions.
"I got the permission," Asher said, his voice a gentle reassurance, his hand reaching out, his fingers gently intertwining with hers.  "What if it gets worse again?"
When Hazel was about to speak up, Asher shook his head, his eyes filled with a gentle concern that she couldn't help but appreciate.
"Let's just stay," he said, his voice a soft murmur, his words a gentle plea that she couldn't resist.  "Unless you want to get me worried again."
"...Okay," Hazel said, her voice a soft murmur, her heart warming with a sense of gratitude.
"I'll be here," Asher said, his voice a gentle reassurance, his hand reaching out, his fingers gently stroking her cheek.  "Just get some sleep.  No more thinking."
People in the House would be worried, Hazel thought, a wave of guilt washing over her.  Asher might not be comfortable looking after her, might feel awkward, might feel pressured.  Her head was full of thoughts, a jumbled mess of anxieties and uncertainties.  But as soon as Asher's hand covered her eyes, blocking out the light, blocking out the noise, blocking out the world, she forgot about everything.  Without any tension left on her body, she fell into the most relaxing sleep she had ever had since coming to Luv House.
"I don't know if I can leave you alone," Asher said, his voice a soft murmur, his eyes filled with a gentle concern that she couldn't help but appreciate.
"If you're so worried, quit your job and stick around me?" Hazel said, her voice a playful whisper, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Huh...?" Asher asked, his brow furrowed in confusion, his eyes widening in surprise.
Hazel's voice was a soft murmur, a gentle reassurance that warmed Asher's heart.  "Of course I'm joking," she said, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint.  "I can manage by myself.  So don't worry, and go."
Asher's gaze lingered on her, his cheeks flushed, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.  "Get some rest, then," he said, his voice a soft murmur, his words a gentle plea that she couldn't resist.
"Okay, see you later!" Hazel said, her voice a playful warmth, her heart warming with a sense of affection.
He should be worried about himself, Hazel thought, a wave of concern washing over her.  After all, he had been staying up all night, looking after her, fetching the things she needed, his presence a constant comfort, his care a gentle balm on her weary soul.  Only late morning was she able to leave the hospital, her body still weak, her mind still fuzzy, but her spirit lifted by his unwavering support.  She let out a sigh, getting off of Asher's car, her legs shaky, her body still aching, but her heart filled with a sense of gratitude.
"I'm really okay, so you go get some rest," Asher said, his voice a gentle reassurance, his eyes searching hers, as though he was trying to read her thoughts, to decipher her feelings.
"...How did you know what I was thinking?" Hazel asked, her brow furrowed in confusion, her mind struggling to process his words, his actions.
"How can I not, seeing your eyes like that?" Asher replied, his voice a touch playful, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint.
"Should I take you out on a drive when you're back?  So you can get some relaxing time," Hazel said, her voice a playful warmth, her heart warming with a sense of affection.