Chapter 16: let's ditch.
"Hey, hey, what up," Andrew said, looking at Hannah, who looked angry.
Hannah looked at him, annoyed. At this moment, she wasn't in the mood to interact with anyone.
Andrew looked at her. "Are you okay?"
Hannah scoffed. "No, not really."
Andrew looked at her. "Uh, look, I'm having a pretty shit morning myself, and I was contemplating ditching." Hannah looked at him silently.
Andrew smiled. "Would be a lot more fun if I had a mate."
Hannah walked to where he was. That's when she noticed the bike. She glanced at it, then looked back at Andrew.
"A mate?" Hannah said. Andrew slightly nodded. "Yeah. Was gonna go for a joy ride."
Hannah thought for less than a second, then smiled at him.
Andrew turned. "Let's roll."
Hannah hopped on. The bike was scary. Hannah gently placed her hands on Andrew's waist, holding it slightly, putting on a helmet that gave her the description of a high school runway model.
The breeze alone scared Hannah. Before she knew it, her hands were tight around Andrew's waist.
Andrew smiled, noticing the sudden tightness in his waist. He teased, "So, a heiress like you can be scared of a little bike?"
Hannah didn't reply, just made sure she didn't fall off the bike.
"Try looking at the beautiful trees, Hannah," Andrew said, still focusing on the road. He noticed her eyes were fixed on his back.
Hannah looked up to see the beautiful blue sky and the beautiful trees, which were blurry as if they were moving. Before she knew it, her grip on Andrew's back lightened. It was like all her frustration was flying away.
She smiled as she looked at the beautiful flowers and trees and the sky – everything so beautiful and colorful.
Before Hannah knew it, Andrew stopped his motorcycle in front of a warehouse.
Andrew smiled as he came down from the bike, gently holding Hannah so she wouldn't fall because they had to turn a little before they got there.
He opened the doors. Hannah just stood there, surprised.
Immediately Andrew opened the door, he held out his hands, but Hannah just looked at him, then walked into the barn.
It was so big, with painting sticks and paints and boards covered with fabric. The warehouse was designed with so many artworks hanging on the walls. It was designed with lamps, chairs, a cabinet; there was even a mini-fridge.
Hannah stepped in, mesmerized. "What!" she gasped.
She turned to Andrew. "What is this place?" she said in amusement.
Andrew stepped closer to her, taking a look at the warehouse, then he gently turned to her slightly. "My dad bought this warehouse a couple of years ago but decided he didn't want it, so he just left it with me."
Hannah walked further, looking at the furniture and the paintings on the wall.
Hannah turned to him in disbelief. "Wait, so this entire warehouse belongs to you?"
"It's an artist collective," Andrew replied.
"Artist?" Hannah said as she turned to the brushes on the chair. "I didn't know you were an artist."
Andrew arranged the painting on the wall. "Sure, well, you don't tend to ask people questions about themselves."
Hannah turned, shocked. "Okay, rude!" Hannah said before looking at the brushes. "But fair."
Andrew nodded in agreement.
Hannah looked at Andrew, who adjusted a huge whiteboard three times her size. There were up to ten lined up.
"So, what are we doing here?" Hannah asked as she looked at Andrew curiously.
Andrew turned to her. He was a few steps away from where she stood. "So, a couple of years ago, when my parents were divorced, I felt like I was going to get caught in the whole thing, and... I was just angry."
"But I found out that throwing paint at this canvas..." Andrew said as he picked up something from the ground.
Hannah just looked at him, astonished by what she was seeing. Then it dawned on her: Since when did she start honoring someone's request?