"Hmm..." Honestly, Hannah didn't know what to say as she did a little circle around Stu's basement. What was she thinking? He'd have a torture room, down here?
She guessed it was a relief, but it was dark. Black leather couch. Dark red wall paper. It looked like something, out of a B-rated 70's movie.
"It was..was..my Dad's idea." Stu, didn't quite muster up a smile. It looked as if he didn't want to have any part of it.
"Huh." She looked at the bar, in the corner, but it was empty. "So what are you gonna do with it?" She hugged herself as if she might have an idea or two herself.
He only shrugged.
"There's a lot to do, with this place. Doubt, I get to it, anytime soon." He told her, as if he didn't really want to stay.
Sure, they had plenty to talk about. Like, why she'd waited until now, to really reveal herself. Only, he hadn't asked. He'd been rather timid as if he might make the wrong move to catch someone like her.
Hannah bit her bottom lip, wondering if he was really as nice as he seemed to be.
"Maybe, maybe I could make breakfast." Oh, she couldn't believe she said it. Ordinarily, she didn't cook. She never wanted too. Until now.
It felt like a hop skip and jump to his kitchen, and she found all she needed soon enough. She told him she'd make French toast. She'd been watching the FOOD network, as of late.
She thought of Ellis cooking now. He would be calling her to breakfast.
Suddenly, it was as if her heart shook with fear. They didn't know she was even gone. Besides, it was only a little after 2 a.m. in the morning.