Luca Rossi Honey colored eyes. They continued to torment his every thought, haunt his every imagination.Her honey colored eyes never truly left his mind. The way they stared at him with so much anger and confusion. It struck a certain kind of guilt in him, did he really think he would ever be able to get her to marry him in such a way? With her unwilling?Lucas had not stopped thinking of Hazel for the past few weeks. He had neither seen her nor spoken of her since, yet, she had never truly left his mind. She was always lingering somewhere in the back of his mind, from her eyes to her scent, to her... Ah! He slammed a stack of papers down on his office desk. What was the point? He could not focus at all. No one has ever been able to conjure such an effect on Luca. And the aftermath of her defiant rejection burned in him. He was way too confident, too confident in his influence and appearance that he really thought he could get her to agree to marry him, a total stranger. Such arr

The walk up the stairs was a very long and tiring one. Several times she had swayed or stumbled, and he would have to hold unto her to stop her from falling, muttering soothing words all along. His touch was oddly warm, it felt tingly too, like sparks against her skin. She tried her hardest to ignore it, although all she wanted to do was succumb into his embrace and let his warm scent engulf her. They arrived at the door to her small apartment, and with a deep sigh, a pause and a silent prayer, she lifted her hand, knocking on the door. Luca stood firmly behind her, he could see she was nervous. Ye stared around, at anywhere else but her. The dirty brown tiles that were broken and cracked in many spots in the long hallway of doors. The door swung open forcefully, and a short elderly woman peeked at them, eyes full of worry and surprise. "Hazel... Where have you been?" She gasped, her worried eyes scanning her frightfully.Hazel heaved, forcing a tight lipped smile."Sorry I am late G

The walk to Lucas' car is silent. The cold night breeze washed over the both of them. Luca tucks his hands into his pocket, and Hazel rubs her arms with both hands, lowering her head and biting her lower lip nervously. They approach his car successfully, he inserts the key, unlocking the door before turning to her. He stares down at her for a moment, she is staring up at him too, her brows slightly furrowed, and he is happy seeing her anything but defiant this time. She looks... Worried? She bit her lower lip, he swallowed, watching her release the plump lip, his eyes lifted back to her eyes and a deep blush appeared upon her rosy cheeks. He smiled inwardly. She brushed strands of hair away from her hair, clearing her throat. "Thank you."He raised a brow, staring to the left and then back at her. "Thank you? For?"She gave him a look, rolling her eyes. "Thank you for saving me Mr. Rossi.""You can call me look Luca." He murmured. "That is not necessary Mr. Rossi." She shook her

Luca stared up at Hazel. Her honey colored eyes held a great deal of surprise, but there was no trace of anger, so he felt his formerly tense nature dwindle slightly. He closed the magazine in his hands, placing it flat on the table. "What are you doing here?" Hazel questioned, brows still raised. She stared at him, his dark hair was slightly tousled and a certain kind of tiredness made his formerly bright blue eyes seem dull. She couldn't explain it, but there was a squeezing feeling in her chest as she continued to stare at him, almost like... Almost like she was happy to see him. She has found it difficult not to think of him ever since, but she had been determined to try, and now, he was seating right here before her, like she was in a trance, once again imagining meeting him.He cleared his throat lightly, turning his head away for a moment. "It's a restaurant." He shrugged.Her brows furrowed ad she glared at him. Hazel resisted a brewing urge to roll her eyes at this man. Th

Hazel smiled weakly, lifting her fork. She stared at the food on the plate in front of her, it looked very delicious, she could even sense her mouth watering already, yet why did she feel a bit at a loss of appetite? "I work two shifts almost everyday, it's only natural I would be exhausted."She forced herself to dig into her plate, cautious to eat very carefully, cutting a piece of stick and sticking it into her mouth. "Why do you work two shifts?" Luca asked, his brows furrowed.Hazel shrugged, letting out a soft hum as she chewed her food carefully, savoring it's flavours. She almost smiled, she has never really eaten food this fancy before. "Because not everybody is privileged enough to be born wealthy in this lifetime Mr. Rossi."She almost sounded angry, bur she couldn't help it. She shook her head a little to remind herself to stay calm, Luca Rossi was not a direct cause of her problems.He nodded, he almost seemed sad, she did not like that look on his face. Like he pitied h