After that, the car fell silent. Nancy Hughes kept her head down, looking at her phone.
After they had driven for a while, the car suddenly stopped. She thought they had arrived at the art gallery.
But it turned out they had stopped at the entrance to a university, where plenty of students were milling about by the side of the road.
A girl in a white down jacket pushed through the crowd, running hard toward their car.
She opened the car door, flopped into a seat, and panted heavily. "I'm dead from all that running!"
"Hughes, this is my daughter, Hannah. She's also one of my students!" Gwen Gunn said, introducing them.
Hannah Gunn turned, flashing a brilliant smile and giving a little wave. "Hi, I'm Hannah Gunn."
"Hi, I'm Nancy Hughes!" Faced with Hannah Gunn's radiant smile, Nancy felt an indescribable pang of insecurity.
'The girl in front of me is the real deal—truly cheerful and outgoing. My own cheerfulness is just an act.'
