Discreet Is My Middle Name

Will couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen even though Hazel had diligently sent him texts and photos over the first three days of her trip indicating she was perfectly fine.

She said the convention wasn't as miserable as she thought it would be and she had gotten the chance to commiserate with other artists, which was somewhat fun. The private investigator he hired had gone to her panel and said she did a good job answering people's questions.

His heart swelled with pride both because of that and the picture she sent of the poster and buttons with her artwork on it. Will didn't know much about comics but couldn't deny that her style was visually pleasing.

He enjoyed hearing her talk about the convention and all of the people she had met who also worked for the novel and comic site during their phone call that night. But he wished he could see her face as they talked because he could tell her eyes would be filled with that light he loved.