you found yourself sitting alone, thinking to yourself. little did you know, hazel followed you. you groaned as she sat down next to you. “hey. are you okay?” “hi.” you replied, ignoring her question. “what is it?” she tried again. you sighed, knowing she wouldn’t give up until you told her what was wrong. “i think i’m shit at kissing.” “huh?” hazel looked puzzled. “i think i’m shit at kissing.” you repeated. “well, if you want my opinion, i think you’d need to let me kiss you to find out.”