Do you hate my eyes?

Francisco's lips curled into a small smile, and he began to tap his fingers lightly on the table. His eyes fixed on Hazel, he remarked, "You look beautiful in blue."

Hazel, in contrast, swallowed her food and pressed her lips together. It was evident she was growing weary of Francisco's conversation, and her primary desire was to leave the situation.

"Thank you, sir, but I don't like blue," she replied, her tone indicating a lack of enthusiasm.

"Why?"

Francisco inquired, tilting his head with a genuine interest to know more about her preferences.

"Because I feel like blue is not for me.”

Hazel explained, her response indicating a personal aversion to the color.

Francisco took a deep breath, absorbing her words.

"So, you hate blue."

Hazel nodded in agreement, confirming her dislike for the color.

Francisco, with a hint of amusement, raised his eyebrows slowly and added, "So you also hate my eye color."

The remark was delivered with a teasing tone, revealing a playful side to Francisco