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"Why did we pack so much stuff?" Victoria mumbled, reaching for the final suitcase and picking it up. Hazel looked around the airport, searching for any sign of Lewis. Her small eyes landed a blonde man and he looked very familiar to her. She definitely seen him on TV. "Mom." Hazel tugged on her mom's pants to get her attention. "What is it, babygirl?" She questioned, and Hazel pointed at the blonde man.
"Oh, it's Lewis's friend- I think." Vic mumbled, picking up the suitcases and approaching him, Hazel holding onto the pocket of her sweatpants. She tapped on his shoulder and he turned around, tucking his phone back into his pocket. "You're uh- Lewis's girlfriend, right? I'm Nico. It's nice to meet you." He said off the bat, shaking her hand with a kind smile.
"Nice to meet you, but I'm not his girlfriend. We're uh- friends by association? I'm friends with Keziyah's brother." Victoria corrected, not noticing how Hazel hid behind her leg, still unsure how to feel about him. But she wanted to brave like Lewis was. So she moved away and tapped his leg to get his attention. It worked because he smiled and kneeled down to be at her height. She stuck her small hand out to him, "I'm Hazel. You are bad friend to Lewis."
"She's joking, obviously." Victoria chuckled awkwardly.
Nico chuckled, not taking it personally because it was clear she had favorites. "That's okay. I hope you can be a better friend than I was. You look like an awesome friend." Hazel's eyes brightened and she giggled, "thank you." He took her hand to give it a little shake, "I'm Nico. It's nice to meet you, Hazel." She smiled, enjoying the good vibes he had around him.
"Don't brainwash the girls, Britney. You know baby boy isn't gonna like that." Kez mused, casually throwing her arm around his shoulders. He chuckled, taking a look at her outfit. She adored some sneakers, some sweatpants, and a hoodie 3x her actual size, including a pair of prescription sunglasses with some expensive frames. "Why are you wearing that?" She rolled her eyes, "so I don't accidentally shut down an airport when people recognize me."
