Ciara's POV
I collect my stuff and the new book before swiftly leaving the two love birds behind. I head out of the packhouse to where my bike is parked. To my surprise, I find Hazel standing next to my bike. She’s staring at her phone, scrolling through something that has her undivided attention. One of her stiletto toes is tapping annoyingly on the ground.
“You need something Hazel?” I ask as I grab my helmet from the top of the bike seat.
She jolts back to reality as she doesn’t hear me approach. “Oh, my goodness! You scared me!”
“Well, that’s what happens when you miss training class 101 to get your nails done and miss the section on always pay attention to your surroundings…” I say and give a fake smile just to irritate her. Actually, I really shouldn’t talk… During that lesson,
