Guiding Hazard Ch 30 Novels & Stories

He didn't even know how he parked his car safely as his mind was busy thinking about her. 'She must be guilty about the handkerchief.' Hazard walked off his expensive car and clicked a button from a small remote control. The car's doors opened, including the door near Lara. When Lara got off the passenger seat, the car's door automatically closed by itself. Hazard took his personal phone from his pocket and typed a message to the Lousy caller as he walked. He unconsciously walked as if he already knew where to sit which is absolutely right while Lara followed him, thinking that he investigated everything for her; oblivious of how Hazard took advantage of her date with him, just so he could m

I finished, stood there for a second, and stared at the door as if it might suddenly grow teeth. Then my thumb slid across my palm. Once. Twice. Three times. I stopped it so fast it felt like snapping a rubber band. “Alright,” I muttered to myself. “Coping mechanism—check.” My phone buzzed with a generic “welcome” packet Jeremy had sent. Protocols. Schedules. Meal rotations. A map of Unit C that looked like it had been made by someone who hated joy. I skimmed it anyway. It was the usual droll of house rules and policies.