Tris picked up her phone and texted one specific contact named Goldie.
Hey, I'm gonna walk home.
Hazel closed her book at the familiar ding that came from her phone, she unlocked her phone and read the message. She responded,
R u sure? I don't mind picking you up.
Haha, I luv ur cautiousness. I'll be fine, I still hav the knife u gave me.
Ok then. But let me know if you change ur mind, I'm a night owl after all.
I know.
Hazel knew Tris was smart but slightly stubborn. When she wanted help, she asked for it. It was best not to push it with Tris, she wasn't smart and cunning for no reason. She knew how to use her wit to the best of her ability and Hazel trusted that she would be just fine but couldn't help but be worried. New York City, you had a better chance of getting robbed in broad daylight than making it home on a good day.
