Hazel was old fashioned. Literally. She died in the late 1940s or so, and was brought back to life by her Greek half-brother, Nico

After coming to New Rome, Hazel immediately noticed you, as if there was some aura about you that demanded attention

She didn’t understand her feelings, not completely. She was always told two women together were wrong, but, was it really?

She avoided you like the plague, still. She didn’t want to seem weird, even if she knew no one really cared who dated who here, whether a boy and a girl or two boys or two girls, but she couldn’t help feeling a little ashamed of herself

And you were tired of it. You had noticed her, too, you thought she was pretty and looked genuinely kind, but she never once tried to talk to you

And you decided that if she wasn’t going to initiate anything, then you, will