“Hi Grier,” Hazel gave a little wave with her white colored glove which didn’t look like it was meant to keep her warm. “How are you?”
“Great.” Grier saw Hazel’s eyes flick to the scarf around her neck and waited for the question.
“New scarf?”
“Yes. Nick bought it for me today.” She leaned into his arms as he wrapped them around her from behind. “Isn’t it pretty?”
“It really is.” Hazel gazed longingly at it. “I don’t have anyone to buy me a scarf, or any presents at all, this year.”
She blinked tears which Grier felt were likely genuine. Grier felt her heart stutter at the sight, but Nick squeezed her warningly.
“You’re on your own, Hazel because you threw away the best thing to ever happen to you over a man you barely knew,” Nick called her out, speaking before Grier could. “Don’t
