HAZEL
"Bonjour, mon amour," Thea greeted, a wide grin spreading across his face as he walked into the room and presented a bouquet of forget-me-nots.
I smiled, returning the greeting. "Salut, ça va?"
He raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Wait, you know French?"
"It was an elective in high school," I explained. "Pretty much everyone knows a bit."
He nodded, understanding dawning on him. "Well, these are for you," he said, offering the flowers.
I took them, my smile widening before sniffing them. "Thank you, Thea. They're beautiful, and they smell very nice.”
Before Thea could say anything, there was a knock on the door, and I directed my attention to see Peter. He gave me a small smile. “Thea told me what had happened and I thought to come see you, nice to see you alive.”
“It’s nice to
