Emma patiently waited for Oliver outside the dorm, glancing down the street every now and then for any sign of him.
A little over ten minutes, a car speedily drove towards her and ground to a halt.
Her jaw almost dropped when she saw him step out of the black Bugatti La Voiture Noire like a prince making a grand entrance at a ball.
She was surprised.
Why wouldn't she be when Bugatti La Voiture Noire was one of the most expensive cars in the world, and she could count how many were produced on one hand.
"Oh, well." She thought briefly, smiling to herself slightly, shaking her head, trying to brush off the thought.
Shouldn't really be surprised by this now.
Before walking towards him, she took a deep breath and then greeted him with a welcoming smile.
"So, where are we going?"
Not saying a word, he simply walked towards the car and held the door open.
"You'll see."
***
Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up in front of a restaurant, and they both got off.
He brought out a couple of bills and paid the driver.
"I still don't understand why you strongly insisted on making a stop, dropping your car, and then taking a cab the rest of the way." Emma commented still in disbelief.
"It's quite simple, really." Oliver responded, standing next to her.
"Where I'm taking you to is my little secret, and I can't risk it since, unfortunately, my driver reports my every whereabouts to my dad." He glanced at her and gave an awkward smile as he spoke.
Emma looked to the building in front of her, confusion etched on her face.
"You don't want your dad to know you come to this restaurant?"
She asked awkwardly, pointing to the building that stood before her seeming quite confused and unsure.
"Hmmm?" Oliver followed the path her finger led before giving out a light chuckle.
"No. This isn't our destination, Em."
He took hold of her shoulders and gently spun her sideways.
"It's close by, but there's a place I would love to take you to for starters. I want to show you something." He said with a gentle voice as if asking for permission.
His voice sent chills down her spine, almost making her shiver.
Blinking away, Emma quickly began walking in the direction she had been spun to while Oliver trailed behind, seemingly lost in thought.
Catching up to her, he spoke.
"It would interest you a lot to know that I've actually always loved art since I was little."
"No way." She sounded shocked and for obvious reasons.
Who would've thought.
"You don't look the type." She added.
"It's quite nice, though."
"Is it really that shocking?" He asked a light chuckle, escaping his lips as he ran his hand through his hair.
"Do I really not look it?"
"You really don't."
"But it's not just that. I really did not expect most or any of the kids in higher dorms to be like interested in anything, actually."
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