Ximena's pOv
While I was following Ethan down a hallway I kept looking around trying to map my escape but I had no clue where to start, I also wasn't about to leave Grayson.
I crossed my arms hoping to make myself a bit warmer,but it wasn't really helping. I was thinking about what they were doing with Grayson, some bad images popped in my head but I made them go away and tried to think positive thoughts.
"We're Here" Ethan stops in front of a big red door and turns to me.
"Is this what you wanted to show me? A door." I say rolling my eyes.
"Uhh no I wanted to show you what's inside" he says turning the doorknob,I started getting really curious,what is wrong with and my curiosity.
Right when he was about to open the door he stops. Seriously I don't have all day,I think to myself.
"Before I show you, I have to ask you something."
"Do I have a choice?" I ask
"No,not really" he answers
"Well then okay" I say slightly annoyed again.
"What do you think about art?" He asks me
"I think it's creative and really beautiful." I answer him, he thinks about what I said.
"Good answer" he says and quickly opens the door.
I walked in to be found in a room covered up and down with paintings that looked amazing truly beautiful.
"Wow they're beautiful
"I got them shipped from Paris" he smiles.
"They must have been expensive" I say looking at their quality
"Nothing I couldn't afford" he says looking around the room and then back at me.
"You looked like the type of person who would appreciate art" He says, still starting at me.
"Yeah, I used to be in a art program when I was little" I said walking into the room.
"Why aren't you in it anymore" he follows behind me.
"It got old I guess" I lied, it was actually cause of my family.
"Lies, tell me the truth" he demands in a sort of kind way.
"Well, basically my family always just bashed on me on how my dreams of becoming an artist were never going to be true, so I just gave up" I tell him this while walking toward a painting that looked familiar.
"I'm sorry your family doesn't believe in you" he says looking at me observe the portrait.
"Yeah, its fine you get used to it" I chuckle a little trying to make myself less awkward.
Sadness
