"You don't have to tell me," Dominique said quietly.
"I know." Hazel took a breath. "Before the accident. Before I started hiding. I wanted to see the northern lights. Always thought they'd be beautiful."
Dom was quiet for a moment. Then, softly: "We could go."
She looked up. "What?"
"The northern lights. We could go. See them together." He shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal, but his voice was gentle. "I've never seen them either."
She stared at him. His face was open, no pressure, no expectation. Just an offer.
"Maybe," she said finally.
His smile was small, but real. "Maybe," he agreed.
They sat in silence for a while.
"Your turn," Dom said eventually.
"My turn what?"
"Ask me something. Anything."
Hazel thought for a long moment. Two minutes passed. Maybe three. She watched the fairy lights sway above them, listened to the distant city hum, and finally turned to him.
"Do you love modeling? Is that why you do it?" she asked curiously.
