Exploring Verona || Caden and Hazel
Verona had been a breath of fresh air for Hazel. New faces, buildings that held countless stories behind their walls, and landscapes that seemed to stretch on until they touched the horizon. Maybe most importantly, it held no reminder of New York, or anything that she'd left behind there. For once she felt like she actually belonged, at home in the narrow streets and the people who seemed to have all the time in the world and there wasn't a day that had gone by that she wasn't out exploring. Even when she'd just arrived, jet lagged and in desperate need of sleep, she'd refused to hole herself up in bed, instead strolling through the city at night, her mind immediately filling with countless ideas and her pen scratching furiously across paper.
Part of her didn't want the company, she was better off alone, where she could skip off and do what she wanted or sit down and just write if she felt like it. But she'd promised herself to be open to new things, and besides, people were a constant source of fresh insights, and Caden seemed remarkably different from her. So maybe she'd find a new perspective to write from. And so she waited by the entrance of the inn, water bottle, notebook, and pen tucked away in a small handbag that swung lightly by her side. No real plans as to what she'd do or what she'd show him, but certain that she was up to the challenge of finding something interesting regardless.