Simula (Completed)

Chapter 10.2

HANNAH

I was currently running to the front door.

According to the lady with the tight bun by the desk that he just left and exited through those.

I was now looking for any signs of him when all I heard from across the street was a roaring sound of a motorcycle engine.

A black Ducati passed by suspiciously with the driver's helmet completely tinted for people not to distinguish who was wearing it.

My heart skipped a beat as he stopped momentarily in front of me.

I knew or yet I felt that the person who was hiding from me behind those darkened eye-shield was Nicholas.

I saw the rider sped away.

I returned half-heartedly inside the art gallery empty-handed.

That was when I thought of something. I could trace him with the painting.

I started running back to the painting to see if he left any messages.

Or so I thought that was the location of it.

The space was emptied.

I asked the curator where it was and he answered that it was sold already.

With a harrumph, the curator left the scene as I kept on staring blankly at the empty spot where the canvas used to hang, looking like a complete idiot.