The message sent, she leaned back, her gaze drifting towards the window.  The world outside was a blur of colors and sounds, a symphony of life that seemed to fade into insignificance compared to the swirling thoughts within her.
Suddenly, a new message appeared on her screen, the sender anonymous.  "There are so many things I want to tell you every day," it read.  "I hope time flies so that I can tell you everything."
Another day was slipping away, the sun dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple.  Hazel glanced at her phone, a familiar pang of excitement stirring within her.  "Wait, I have to answer the Luv Question!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing in the quiet of her room.  "Did everyone send it? Let me check-"
She scrolled through her messages, a smile spreading across her face as she read each response.  Lina's answer was simple, yet heartfelt: "The gentle nature. I had to send the signal."  Glen's words were laced with a hint of shyness: "The earnest, honest attitude. That's making me flutter."  Sol's response was confident and direct: "That person is my style, and I realized that person is very mature and thoughtful."
Aiden's message was a breath of fresh air, his words brimming with youthful enthusiasm: "I was love at first sight. My heart fluttered from the first day."  Asher's answer was introspective and revealing: "Because that person understands what kind of person I am. I grew to like that person."  Courtney's response was sweet and nostalgic: "On our first day, that person gave me a cup of warm tea. That fluttered my heart."  And Jake, ever the charmer, simply wrote: "There are so many good sides of that person. I can't pick one."
Everyone had sent their answers, their words weaving a tapestry of emotions, hopes, and unspoken desires.  Hazel's fingers hovered over the keyboard, her mind racing.  It was her turn to send her own signal, to reveal the secret that had been swirling in her heart for days.
"I always laugh when I'm with that person," she typed, a warm glow spreading through her as she continued, "My heart flutters every minute."
She hit send, a wave of anticipation washing over her.  But a new wave of curiosity followed, a yearning to know who had sent each message, who had been on their minds as they wrote those words.  Who had they been thinking of?  Who had they been sending their signals to? As she drifted off to sleep, the Luv Question lingered in her mind, a silent promise of excitement, anticipation, and the possibility of something beautiful blooming in the days to come.  The night was young, and the game of hearts had just begun.
The Luv Alert buzzed on Hazel's phone, a digital messenger of love and intrigue.  "Second Luv Question," it announced, the words flashing across the screen.  "What do you want to do with that person once you leave the House?"
Hazel sighed, a mixture of excitement and trepidation swirling in her chest.  "Oh, here's another question for us," she murmured, her fingers tapping the screen as she read the prompt.  "Well, I've got time to think about it until evening.  Shall I go down first?"
The kitchen was her usual morning sanctuary, a haven of warmth and familiar smells.  But this morning, a surprise awaited her.  Jake stood by the counter, his back to her, his hands moving with practiced ease as he poured a cup of coffee.
"You woke up early," he said, turning to meet her gaze, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Oh, you too," she replied, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.  "Going to work?"
She had expected the kitchen to be empty, But Jake's presence was a welcome disruption.
"Do you have time tomorrow?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
Hazel's eyebrows shot up in surprise.  "Why do you ask?" she questioned, her voice laced with a playful curiosity.  "Are you going to ask me out?"
Jake's lips curved into a mischievous grin.  "Why not?"
Hazel's breath caught in her throat.  "W-What? Really?"
Confusion washed over her.  Was he joking?  Was this some elaborate prank?  She would have laughed it off, dismissed it as playful banter, but his expression was earnest, his eyes holding a depth of sincerity that left her breathless.  He seemed genuinely interested, genuinely eager.  He was serious about this date.
"So? What do you say?" Jake asked, his gaze unwavering.
Hazel's heart sank as she realized the weight of her words.  "Sorry, but I have work tomorrow," she said, her voice a soft murmur.  "Maybe another time."
Jake's smile faltered, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features.  "I got two tickets for the musical tomorrow," he said, his voice a touch subdued.  "But it looks like we can't watch it together."
"Oh," Hazel whispered, her eyes dropping to the floor.  She felt a pang of guilt, a sense of having let him down.
"That's okay," Jake said, his voice regaining its usual warmth.  "It doesn't have to be tomorrow.  We can always go for it on another day."
"I feel more sorry to hear that," Hazel replied, a hint of remorse in her tone.
Jake's eyes twinkled with a playful glint.  "If you're sorry, then don't turn me down next time."
Hazel's cheeks flushed, a wave of warmth spreading through her.  "Can you really read my mind?" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of amusement and disbelief.
"No, I can't," Jake replied, a chuckle escaping his lips.  "But I can read that look on your face."
She felt bad for turning him down, for missing out on the opportunity to spend time with him.  And she couldn't help but wonder what he would do with the extra ticket.
"Jake... Then are you going to watch the musical with someone else...?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Jake's smile returned, a hint of sadness lingering in his eyes.  "Yes, I guess so," he said, his voice soft.
"Who?" Hazel pressed, her curiosity piqued.
"With the guys," Jake replied, a hint of resignation in his tone.
Hazel's eyes widened in surprise, her jaw dropping slightly.  "What?" she exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief.
Jake's smile softened, a hint of warmth replacing the playful glint in his eyes.  "There's no way I would do something I wanted to do with you with another girl," he said, his voice firm, his gaze unwavering.  "I came up with this idea because I thought you'd like it.  It was tailored, just for you."
Hazel's heart pounded in her chest, a wave of guilt washing over her.  "I feel bad," she whispered, her voice barely audible.  "Really."
Jake's lips curved into a knowing smile.  "If you feel bad, you can hand in your resignation tomorrow and hang out with me."
Hazel's eyebrows shot up in surprise.  "What?!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with a playful defiance.  "Like that's any easy!"
She tried to laugh it off, to lighten the mood, but the weight of her disappointment lingered, a heavy cloak draped over her heart.
"Well, now I feel sorry for nothing," Jake said, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes.
"Well... I want to go, but I can't," Hazel said, her voice filled with regret.  "So I feel terrible."
Jake's smile softened, a hint of understanding in his eyes.  "There's going to be another chance next time," he said, his voice reassuring.  "And I'm quite happy that you're giving me that look now."
"Why?" Hazel asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"You're sad because you can't go out with me," Jake explained, a playful glint in his eyes.  "You used to give me a strange look.  What a great progress.  I'm satisfied with it."
He reached out, his fingers gently stroking her hair, a gesture that was both comforting and bittersweet.  But even his touch couldn't erase the disappointment that had settled in her heart.
The living room was bathed in the soft glow of the evening, a haven of warmth and familiarity.  Hazel stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room, searching for a familiar face.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper, her gaze landing on Aiden, who was hunched over a pile of books, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Aiden looked up, a smile spreading across his face.  "Oh? Are you back from work?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of surprise.
"Yes," Hazel replied, her gaze lingering on him.  "What are you doing?  Are you studying?"
"Yes..." Aiden said, a hint of sheepishness in his voice.  "I think I had too much fun at the House.  I forgot everything I've studied.  So I've been studying it here at night.  Guess you didn't know that.  Well, give me a compliment now."
Hazel chuckled, her heart warming at his playful demeanor.  "Oh, yes," she said, her voice laced with amusement.  "That's great!  What a good boy."
A sudden voice interrupted their conversation, a familiar voice that sent a shiver down Hazel's spine.  "And what a good girl," Jake said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.  "Did you have a good day at work?"
Hazel turned, her eyes widening in surprise.  "Gosh!  You surprise me," she exclaimed, her voice laced with a mixture of surprise and delight.  "When did you come?"
Jake's smile was warm and inviting, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.  "I wanted to see you because we can't go out on a date tomorrow," he said, his voice soft, his gaze unwavering.  "I was waiting for you."
Hazel's heart sank.  She had been dreading this moment, this inevitable confrontation with the reality of her missed opportunity.  Even if they went out on another day, it wouldn't be the same as tomorrow.  Jake had planned everything for her, a gesture that touched her deeply, a reminder of his thoughtfulness and his genuine interest in her.
"Don't disturb his study," Jake said, his voice a gentle command.  "Why don't we go up?"
Aiden's head shot up, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.  "NO!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with indignation.  "She's not disturbing me at all!"
Hazel's eyebrows shot up in amusement.  "Okay, you two have fun..." she said, her voice laced with a playful tone.  "I'll go up."
"Where are you going!?" Aiden demanded, his voice filled with a mixture of confusion and annoyance.
Jake's voice echoed softly in the quiet of the living room, a comforting presence that lingered even after he had left.  "You can just talk here," he had said, his words a gentle invitation to share her thoughts, to express the emotions that swirled within her.
Honestly, Hazel felt a pang of sadness that she couldn't go out with Jake tomorrow.  But as she reflected on the day's events, a warmth spread through her chest.  She remembered how Jake had tried to make her feel better, how he had waited, just to see her, a gesture that spoke volumes about his genuine interest in her.  It was a small act of kindness, a simple gesture that had softened the sting of disappointment, reminding her that even amidst the chaos of life, there were moments of beauty, moments of connection that made it all worthwhile.
The day was drawing to a close, the sun sinking below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple.  Hazel retreated to the sanctuary of the girls' room, a haven of comfort and shared secrets.  It was time to send a text message, a digital whisper of affection to Aiden, a reminder that she was thinking of him.
"You must be tired studying hard," she typed, her fingers dancing across the screen.  "Good luck!"
She hit send, a wave of anticipation washing over her.  But as she scrolled through her messages, a new one caught her eye, the sender anonymous.  "Why are you so busy these days?" it read.  "I want to spend time with you and talk more!"
Hazel's heart skipped a beat.  Who was this?  Why did their words resonate so deeply within her?  The anonymity added a layer of intrigue, a whisper of mystery that piqued her curiosity.
"Next is the Luv Question," she murmured to herself, her mind racing with anticipation.  "Did everyone answer it?"
She scrolled through her messages, a smile spreading across her face as she read each response.  Aiden's answer was simple, yet heartfelt: "Be very, very close.  And play a special game, just the two of us!"  Lina's words were laced with a hint of romance: "Make a special memory with that person.  A date like none other!"  Sol's response was adventurous and bold: "Drive far with that person."
Glen's answer was sweet and hopeful: "I want to make plans for the future together."  Courtney's response was intimate and personal: "Write a couple diary."  And Asher, ever the romantic, wrote: "Discuss and do something we'll cherish forever."
Finally, she reached Jake's message.  "Do things we haven't done before," he wrote, his words a tantalizing invitation to explore the unknown, to create new experiences together.
Hazel stared at the Luv Question, the words dancing before her eyes: "What do you want to do with that person once you leave the House?"  The question hung in the air, a tantalizing invitation to dream, to envision a future filled with possibilities.
"Do something incredibly fun!" she typed, her fingers flying across the keyboard.  "So it's the end of another day."
She hit send, a wave of contentment washing over her.  The Luv Question had become a game of hearts, a digital dance of emotions, hopes, and unspoken desires.  As she read through the answers, her mind raced, trying to decipher the hidden meanings, the unspoken intentions behind each message.  Who had written this?  And who was it meant for?
The night stretched before her, a canvas upon which she would paint the next chapter of her life, a chapter filled with the promise of both familiar and uncharted territory.  And as she drifted off to sleep, she knew that the Luv Question was just the beginning, a prelude to a symphony of emotions, a journey of discovery, a story waiting to be written.
The Luv Alert buzzed, a digital messenger of love and intrigue, interrupting Hazel's morning routine.  "This is the third Luv Question," it announced, the words flashing across the screen.  "State a situation that you never want to happen to you in a relationship."
Hazel's stomach lurched, a wave of nausea washing over her.  "Err... I don't feel good," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper.
She had been feeling off all morning, a strange tightness in her chest, a gnawing unease in her stomach.  Maybe it was the stress from work?  The examination period was in full swing, and her workload had doubled, leaving her feeling overwhelmed and exhausted.  She had been juggling her responsibilities at the school, her participation in the Luv Alert show, and the constant swirl of emotions that came with navigating the complexities of love and relationships.
Glen entered the kitchen, his eyes widening in concern as he saw Hazel slumped over the table, her face pale, her brow furrowed in discomfort.  "Oh, you're up," he said, his voice laced with concern.  "But... What's wrong?  You look tired."
Hazel sighed, a wave of exhaustion washing over her.  "Oh, I don't feel so good," she said, her voice barely a whisper.  "Can you tell?"
"Yes, anyone can tell," Glen said, his voice filled with sympathy.  "Do you have a fever?"
He reached out, his hand hovering over her forehead, his touch gentle and reassuring.
"I don't think you have a fever..." he said, his voice soft, his eyes filled with concern.  He slowly drew his hand away,
"Are you going to work today?" Glen asked, his voice filled with a genuine concern that warmed Hazel's heart.
"Yes," she said, her voice a soft murmur.  "But it won't take long since I don't have many lessons today.  Though I have to make notes and questions for students when I come back home."
Glen's brow furrowed, a hint of worry in his eyes.  "Aren't you pushing yourself?" he asked, his voice laced with a gentle reprimand.
Hazel's voice was a touch too bright, a forced cheerfulness that masked the underlying unease.  "Do I look that bad?" she asked, attempting a smile.  "You worry too much.  I'll be fine."
Glen's brow furrowed, his gaze lingering on her, a flicker of concern in his eyes.  "You shouldn't just put up with it when it's bothering you," he said, his voice laced with a gentle reprimand.  "I really don't want to see you unwell."
Hazel's heart softened at his genuine concern.  He looked worried, his face etched with a mixture of sympathy and a hint of frustration.
"Well, I'm a healthier person than you think," she said, trying to reassure him.  "I'm going to feel a lot better when I wake up tomorrow."
Glen's eyes narrowed, a hint of suspicion in his gaze.  "Are you uncomfortable with me worrying for you?" he asked, his voice a touch hesitant.
"Huh...?" Hazel replied, her voice laced with confusion.  She hadn't considered it that way.
"Why do you say it doesn't hurt when it does?" Glen pressed, his voice laced with a gentle but firm insistence.  "You make me more worried."
Glen's face stiffened, a hint of frustration crossing his features.  He let out a short sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly.
"I want you to be honest with me, Hazel," he said, his voice filled with a genuine concern that touched her deeply.  "And I hope you won't fall sick."
Hazel's heart ached at his words, a wave of guilt washing over her.  She had been trying to be strong, to downplay her discomfort, but it was clear that her efforts had backfired.
"...Okay," she said, her voice a soft murmur.  "I'll come back early and take a rest, since I'm not feeling well."
A glimmer of relief flickered in Glen's eyes.  "Yes," he said, his voice filled with a gentle warmth.  "You just made a promise."
He finally smiled, a genuine smile that lit up his face, a smile that made Hazel's heart skip a beat.
"Then I'll come in early today too," he said, his voice filled with a determination that surprised her.
"You?  Why?" Hazel asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Because you're sick," Glen replied, his voice laced with a gentle firmness.  "I'm worried you might feel worse."
Hazel's lips twitched into a smile, a wave of warmth spreading through her chest.  "Oh, I can take care of myself!" she said, trying to downplay her need for his concern.
"There it goes again," Glen said, a playful glint in his eyes.  "Pretending to be strong and fine!"
"Well, that's because..." Hazel began, her voice trailing off as she realized that she couldn't deny the truth any longer. 
Glen's words echoed in Hazel's ears as she walked away, his concern lingering like a warm embrace.  "Anyways, see you later," he had said, his voice laced with a gentle reassurance.  "I'll come home early."
She remembered his touch on her forehead, the warmth of his hand, the gentle concern in his eyes.  It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the kind of person he was, a person who cared, a person who was willing to go the extra mile for someone he cared about.
She had finished all her work at the office and was getting ready to leave, a sense of relief washing over her.
As she stepped into the kitchen, a wave of delicious aromas greeted her, a symphony of spices and herbs that filled the air with a sense of warmth and comfort.
"Oh, what's this?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise.  "It smells really good!"
Glen turned from the stove, a smile spreading across his face as he saw her.  "Ah, you're back early," he said, his voice laced with a gentle warmth.  "How do you feel?"
"Better," Hazel replied, a genuine smile lighting up her face.  "But how are you home so early, Glen?"
"I took the afternoon off," Glen said, his voice a soft murmur.
Hazel's eyebrows shot up in surprise.  "Because of me?" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude.
"Yes, it is... because of you," Glen confirmed, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he turned back to the stove.  "Don't you have to see the doctor?"
Hazel's cheeks flushed, a wave of warmth spreading through her.  "Oh, I'm totally fine now!" she exclaimed, her voice a touch too bright, a forced cheerfulness that masked the underlying guilt.  "I felt better when I got to the office.  And I had a big lunch, too!"
Glen turned back to face her, a hint of amusement in his eyes.  "Oh... You ate it?  I see," he said, his voice laced with a gentle teasing.
"Of course, I did!" Hazel said, her voice filled with a playful defiance.  "Look at the time now!  By the way, I feel sorry that you took your afternoon off.  Annual leaves are so precious to us office workers!  How could you blow half a day off, just for me?"
Glen's smile softened, a hint of concern in his eyes.  "Why are you making that face?  Are you sick?" he asked, his voice laced with a gentle concern.
"No... It's not that..." Hazel said, her voice trailing off as she struggled to articulate her feelings.  "Well, I feel better now, but you said you took your afternoon off..."
"Don't worry about it," Glen said, his voice filled with a reassuring warmth.  "It was all on me."
"How could I not worry?" Hazel asked, her voice laced with a genuine concern.  "Now I feel bad.  I'm sorry, Glen."
Glen's eyes twinkled with a playful glint as he leaned against the counter, his voice a soft murmur.  "Well, if you're that sorry," he said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "could you do me a favor?"
Hazel's heart skipped a beat.  "What is it?" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.
"Actually, I was going to buy some clothes today," Glen said, his voice a touch hesitant.  "It's been a while since I went shopping, and you told me you love shopping.  Will you go shopping with me if you're feeling better?"
Hazel's mind raced.  This wasn't a favor, not really.  It was a date, a chance to spend time with him, to get to know him better.  Her heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
"Hmm?  Please?" Glen asked, his eyes pleading, his smile widening.
"Of course, I'd love to!" Hazel exclaimed, her voice filled with a genuine enthusiasm that surprised even herself.  "Let's go!"
She was worried that Glen would change his mind, that he would tell her to rest, to take care of herself.  But she couldn't resist the opportunity to spend time with him, to experience the world through his eyes.
The promenade was bustling with life, a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds.  Hazel and Glen strolled side by side, their laughter mingling with the chatter of the crowd.
"Ah, it's like we're on a date," Glen said, his voice a soft murmur, a hint of amusement in his tone.
"Date?" Hazel replied, her cheeks flushing with a wave of warmth.  "I guess it's something similar!"
"Similar, you say?" Glen asked, his eyes twinkling with a playful glint.  "Then what's a real date like?  Think of when you dated someone!  You mean when I'm in a relationship, right?"
"Yes!" Hazel said, her voice a soft whisper.  "We're... just doing similar to a date right now."
"That's right," Glen said, his voice a touch deeper, a hint of seriousness in his tone.  "I don't just walk like this when I date."
Hazel's curiosity was piqued.  What was his dating style like?  She could already make a good guess.  Glen had good manners, he was calm, he was thoughtful.  He was everything she had ever wanted in a partner.
"I won't be as calm as you think," Glen said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
"Huh?" Hazel asked, her eyes widening in surprise.
Glen's gaze lingered on Hazel, his eyes searching hers, a depth of emotion swirling within them.  "Your face tells it all," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.  "But... I think you don't know me well.  If someone I love is next to me, I can't really control myself.  I wish I'll have a chance to show it someday."
Hazel's breath caught in her throat.  His words were a revelation, a glimpse into the depths of his heart, a promise of passion and intensity that she had never imagined.
"Yeah... It would be nice if I had a chance to see that," she said, her voice a soft whisper, her cheeks flushing with a wave of warmth.  "Your dating style, I mean.  Oh, that..."
Her gaze drifted to a display window, her eyes catching on a particular outfit.  It was something Glen wouldn't usually wear, a bold statement piece, a departure from his usual conservative style.  But she could imagine him wearing it, and it made her heart skip a beat.
"Glen, how about that?" she asked, her voice laced with a playful enthusiasm.
Glen's eyes followed her gaze, a hint of surprise in his expression.  "Hmm?  Oh... I never tried that style before..." he said, his voice a touch hesitant.
"Great!  Then I'll buy that for you as a gift!" Hazel exclaimed, her voice filled with a genuine excitement that surprised even herself.
"Huh?  That's so sudden..." Glen said, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"I don't think you'll wear it if I don't get it for you!" Hazel said, her voice laced with a playful determination.
"Why are you so excited?" Glen asked, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and confusion.  "And I'm really okay-"
"Do you want to get your hair done as well?" Hazel interrupted, her mind racing with ideas, her heart pounding with a newfound excitement.  "I know a friend who runs a beauty shop-"
She couldn't explain it, this sudden surge of energy, this overwhelming desire to transform him, to see him in a new light.  Was it the conversation they had earlier?  Was it the way his eyes had lingered on her, the way his voice had sent shivers down her spine? 
The beauty shop was a haven of scents and sounds, a world of transformation and self-expression.  Hazel led Glen through the bustling salon, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.
"Remember when Jake first came to the House?" she asked, her voice laced with a playful nostalgia.  "You picked an outfit for me."
Glen's smile softened, a hint of warmth in his eyes.  "I thought I got you something that suits you well," he said, his voice a soft murmur.
Hazel's gaze drifted to a mirror, her eyes catching on Glen's reflection.  He was wearing a casual look, a leather jacket that accentuated his broad shoulders, his rugged features.  He looked good, but she wanted more, she wanted to see him in something different, something that would showcase his hidden potential.
"Glen, that will look great on you!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a genuine enthusiasm.  "Well, then will you wear it next week?"
Glen's voice was a soft murmur, a gentle concession that warmed Hazel's heart.  "Okay," he said, his eyes meeting hers, a hint of resignation in his expression.  "I promise to wear it next time."
Hazel's heart sank.  She had been so excited, so eager to see him transformed, to help him embrace a new style, a new side of himself.  But he seemed uncomfortable, hesitant, and she didn't want to push him, didn't want to make him feel pressured.
"Shame," she thought to herself, a wave of disappointment washing over her.  "It would've been fun styling him up... But since he seems uncomfortable about it, I should just stop here."
Glen's gaze shifted, his eyes scanning the room, a hint of anticipation in his expression.  "It's dinner soon," he said, his voice a gentle reminder.  "Shall we go back now?"
"Yes," Hazel replied, her voice a soft murmur.  She couldn't deny the pull of his presence, the warmth of his company.  Time had flown by, the hours melting away as they explored the city, shared laughter, and connected on a deeper level.  She was disappointed that she hadn't gotten to see Glen's new style, but she was happy, truly happy, with the fact that they had spent time together, that they had created a memory, that they had shared a moment.
"Ah, I did some cooking earlier for you," Glen said, his voice a soft murmur, a hint of pride in his tone.  "We can have that and take a rest."
Hazel's eyes widened in surprise, a wave of excitement washing over her.  "Really?  That's awesome!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a genuine enthusiasm that surprised even herself.  "Let's go, quick."
The disappointment she had felt earlier, the pang of regret for not getting to see Glen in his new outfit, was quickly replaced by a surge of anticipation, a sense of warmth and contentment that filled her heart.  She walked beside Glen, her steps light, her heart light, her mind filled with the memory of their shared adventure, the promise of a delicious meal, the anticipation of a cozy evening spent together.
As they entered the kitchen, they were greeted by Courtney and Jake, their faces lit up with curiosity.
"Oh, it's Glen and Hazel," Courtney said, her voice laced with a playful amusement.