"Okay, Teacher Hughes, just a second!" The little boy grabbed his drawing paper and rushed inside.
"Where are you?" Dylan Heston asked over the phone.
"Teaching children how to draw," she replied evasively.
"Address."
Nancy Hughes fell silent. 'Did he seriously not get my hint?' "...Mr. Heston, are you planning on coming over? It's already so late. By the time you get here, I'll probably be gone for the day!"
'I've made it so obvious. He has to have understood this time.'
"Wait for me."
She had to admit, Dylan Heston had outplayed her.
Nancy Hughes reluctantly gave him the address of her art studio. Dylan Heston said, "Nancy Hughes, do you really not understand?"
"..."
Nancy Hughes truly didn't know what to say. 'What does he want me to understand?'
Nancy Hughes taught the children absent-mindedly, her attention constantly drifting toward the window.
She was too nervous to think straight.
