Did she run away?

Francisco guided Hazel through the entrance of the business party. The tension between them was palpable, and their awkward silence persisted during the car ride. As they arrived, the flashing lights from the cameras caught Hazel off guard, prompting her to shield her face instinctively.

"This damn camera," Hazel muttered under her breath, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden onslaught of attention.

Observing Hazel's distress, Francisco, despite their strained relationship, reached out and placed a reassuring hand on her head. His voice, calm and oddly comforting, resonated in her ear.

"You don't have to raise your head if you are uncomfortable with the lights."

Hazel, engrossed in her own frustration, felt the unexpected touch. She slightly opened her eyes to find Francisco offering assistance.

For a moment, Hazel hesitated, unsure of how to react to this unexpected support.

Francisco guided Hazel into the hotel, maintaining a steady hold on her until they reached the elevator. Once