Hannah's Point of View

I woke up this morning calmer than others, which was a good sign. Today I decided I wasn't going to do much because it was Saturday and thankfully my off day for both jobs. In my job at the restaurant, I only have to work Tuesdays and Thursdays which is awesome. So I decided to wear my hair in a messy bun, grey sweatpants, and an all-blue sports bra.

At around 10, after I had finished a muffin I had an incoming face time coming from Brick. I answered right away.

"Hey, sexy devil,"

"Hey baby"

"What's up? did you find someone? I'm sorry I and David couldn't find anyone, we'll try again though, don't worry about it." I said hopping on the kitchen counter, my favorite place in the house, as Brick gave me a confused face.

''What?"

"Have you been on your phone this morning since I called you?"

"No"

"Oh that explains, you didn't see my message, I said we already found someone babe, that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about, along with wanting to see your gorgeous face."

"What happened?"

"Ok I was going to have David beg you, but he had a stupid fucking meeting"

"What? Beg me for what?"

"Ok, don't be mad, but yesterday after you told David to go in your office to look for some more people, he went through one of your folders that said, private I think, I didnt like it either, but he saw your drawings and sketches, and also you painting and stuff like that. Everything in that folder"

"HE DID WHAT?" I said yelling over the phone. I was furious.

"Look baby pl..."

"Why? Why the fuck would he go through it? I told that nosy little bitch to look through designers, not private, it's a big fucking difference. No wonder he was acting all weird. And wait you didnt kick his fucking ass? You accepted that shit. Wow, you don't love me at all I see. Your j....."

"Woah Woah Woah, I'm gonna cut your off right there. I love you, and you know that, I told you I didnt like it either and had the same reaction as you, so don't get carried away. Chill out woman"

As much as I hated being told to chill I couldn't resist the little smirk he had on his face. It was so fucking sexy that it was distracting me from my rant.

"You good now ?" he said still smirking

"Finish, there better be a good outcome of this"

"Thank you, now what I wanted to talk to you about was, that yes he did go through it, but he saw your art. And baby I'm telling you, you are talented, I mean you are TALENTED. He showed me your work, it was fucking awesome. I mean unique, aesthetic, everything we were looking for. I can't believe you were hiding this shit from me. I could have hired you as the hotel designer instead of a fucking assistant. I went to Mickey and showed him it, he liked it and said let's just see if it looks as good on my hotel as it is on this paper, so that was okay. That's what I'm asking you for. I know it's a lot of work which is why I want you to quit your job as a waitress and let me hire someone else to run the company while I'm not there. If you do, I could fly you out here, and you would design the hotel. You would be in charge of all that because I wouldn't know what the hell I'm doing and neither David. So? What do you think?"

I let that sink in. I was paying attention to everything, but the one thing that made me blush and feel proud of myself was when he said I was talented. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine.

"You think I'm talented?"

"Sweetheart, you have a fucking gift, your awesome, your art is amazing, your very talented. Now, what do you think?"

"I'll do it"

"Wait really?'' he said looking shocked.

"Yeah, but I'm bot flying out there because I have work"

"No, I told you to quit the waitressing job, we don't need it, we're not struggling or anything, it's just more stress, and I said ill find someone else to run the company until we're back, ill get your passport or y...."

"No Brick, I'm not quitting waitressing, and your not hiring someone else, ill be fine, I only have to work Tuesdays and Thursdays for the waitressing, and your company I can handle. Plus I hate flying."

"Baby c.."

"No"

"Fine, since your so stubborn, but only if you find someone to help you with all this."

"Okay"

"Good, I still don't like this, not one bit, you being all alone and shit, all this fucking stress, I don't like it."

"Aww come down wittle baby, I'm fine," I said in a mocking baby's voice.

"Thank you, Hannah, seriously, I don't know what I would do without you, I for sure thought we were losing this investment"

"No problem babe, I know how much this means to you, and how much you need this, I'm honestly happy to be involved"

"I love you, angel, I have to go meet up with Sarah now, but David or someone will send you the details okay?"

"Okay, love you too"

"Don't forget what I said, make someone help you with all this, I know your all shy and stuff and don't like talking to people, but please alright?"

"Okay, okay, ill try, get on," I said hanging up.

My first thought of who could help me was Jules, but I remembered she was in L. A and didnt want to bother her.

Crap, I need to be less introverted. I only have one friend at 23? Oh come on Hannah, be like Jules, outgoing, and can just talk normally around someone she just met, not stand there like an idiot.

I couldn't think of anyone at all. My mind was blank, and it wasn't like I had people, David was gone, Jules was gone, and Al was gone. The only people I talk to. I grabbed my purse, slipped my phone and keys in, and pulled a small coat on, stepping out of the house and into the elevator.

Come on Hannah, it's time, you can do this. It's time to make some friends. No matter how hard this is going to be, and you might die from anxiety but it's for Jules and Al remember that. They want you to make friends. So you can do this, just be like Jules, pretend your Jules.

I thought to myself as I was in the elevator. I didnt know where I was headed but that wasn't the point. Once I stepped out, I knew I had to dodge Brick's security guards again. So I pulled my sunglasses out of my purse and yelled fire tying to get them distracted. Thankfully it worked. When they ran in the back direction I had yelled from I ran out the lobby door and into the streets. I made sure I was out of reach and took the glasses off.

While I was walking through the streets and stores that passed by me, I couldn't see someone approachable, even though right now no one felt approachable to me, but I was biased. I decided to check my phone while I was passing by, and saw that David had sent me the details for designing the hotel. I was honestly excited about this. I always never really put my dream as a designer or artist before anything. I just never really thought I would be able to accomplish it. It was always billed before that because they were more important. But now I'm getting the opportunity of a lifetime. I get to help my boyfriend out and do what I love. Once I read the details, I knew I was going to do this in a flash.

After a while of me walking I was getting ready to just forget this whole new friend thing and turn around back to my comfy bed when I saw something interesting. It was a store or cafe I couldn't tell. But the sign read, "Art Cafe"

Now, this is what I need.

I stepped into the store and realized it was indeed a cafe type of thing. It was designed like a regular cafe. I saw a male barista at the counter. He was short, or at least the same size as me, and he looked way older than me. At least 30 years older.

"Um, excuse me, sir, is this a real art cafe? If th..."

"ahh yes, right this way," he said leading me down a hall and into a back door. When I walked into the room women were sitting at tables. Some looked around,50 or 60, some looked around my age, and some looked middle-aged. There were probably only ten of them in the room if that.

"Ladies, we have a newcomer, please, introduce yourself," the man said as all the women looked up from what they were doing.

"Hello dear, my name is Monica, Monica Junior, I'm 76 years old, I and the man on your side's wife," said one of the older ladies said to me. Then the one on her right spoke,

"And I am Linda Junior, 29, I'm the daughter of those two," she said pointing to her parents.

After she said this everyone stood up and introduced themselves. Most of them were in their late 40's and early fifties, Monica Anderson, Celine Adler, and Jasmine Carter. The other women were in their 20's and thirty's, Victoria Simone, Ruby Mahomes, and Me. The eldest of the group were Monica Junior and Ivy Beatrice, both being 76. Once we were done the man started walking to the door and said,

"I'm off now, I'm sure there are probably customers waiting for me out there, let me know when your done sweetheart," he said walking out the door and talking to his wife or daughter he was looking at both so I couldn't really tell.

When he left the first thing Monica Junior did was walk over to me and tell me to sit in one of the chairs. I did what I was told, mostly because I was already beginning to become scared of her. As she stepped in the front of the room all eyes went on her, like they were all her children, including me.

"So now that you know all of us, how about you tell us about yourself?" she said staring right at me. Everyone turned their attention to me. My palms started sweating and my heart started racing extremely fast, I could feel my anxiety getting stronger and stronger. This reminded me of my research project back in 9th grade.

*Flashback*

"Dammit," I said as the bell rang for the first period, English.

I had been up until 3 in the morning working on this research project. Ms.Moroon gave us an option between researching and presenting some sort of animal or some type of food. This was one of the assignments she referred to as "Easy peasy". She was somewhat right about it being easy, it was the fact that I only had myself to work on a 5 person research project, so I had to do all of it myself.

As I walked into class, I got my usual. The popular blondes throwing their chewing gum in my hair as I made my way to a seat, the Jockes tripping me as I was sitting down, and the whole class making fun of every little detail about me. It was like this the whole day, by everyone, like I was the school punch bag. But one thing I hadn't expected was for Ms.Mooroon to call my name.

"Hannah, does your group have your research project completed?"

Even I spoke only a little bit, my hands were shaking and I was sweating,

"Yes, but I don't have a group, just me"

"Loser," one of the jocks on the side of me said as I finished talking. And of course, everyone laughed.

"Jaxon, be nice, Hannah that's fine, now could you please go up to the front of the class and present it, I'm sure we all want to see your wonderful work," she said returning to her desk.

"We don't, I'm sure nobody wants to see her ugly ass work," said the biggest bitch of the school. Well, at least she was to me, to everyone else she was the queen bee. Blond hair, beautiful face, model body, expensive clothes, popular, rich, pretty much the whole bundle of bullshit, Jessica Mayes. And like usual all of her minions snickered along with her, god I hated them.

"Jessica stop. The next person to interrupt will be the reported, that's not a warning, it's a promise."

I was sweating out of my bones as I grabbed my poster and walked to the front. I'm sure it was probably noticeable since it was forming on my forehead and making its way to my underarms. As I stood up there holding the poster and watching everyone's taunting stares I felt like I was about to die. So I just stood there. And didnt say anything as everyone waited for me to speak. I couldn't. I was too scared. To introverted.To insecure. To everything. And I still stood there as everyone laughed at me.

*Present*

"Hannah? Is there a problem? You don't have to t..."

"NO" I shouted as everyone looked at me shocked.

"No, sorry for my yelling and zoning out,"

I was not going to let that happen again. Even if it was over 10 years later. I remembered that I needed to do this, not only for brick and Jules but for myself.

"My name is um Hannah Brown and I'm 23 years old. I have a wonderful boyfriend, Al Capone, who is a full-time investor and is in New York, trying to buy a hotel that could make him more available to buying bigger and more beneficial companies and buildings. That's actually why I came here, he asked me to redesign its hotel and I needed some help, well that and he wanted me to make some friends."

"Aww, how long have you guys been together?"

"Um,its sorta complicated"

"So what, we got all day, right ladies, we're not doing anything else," Monica said bringing a chair in the middle, along with the rest of the women, moving their chairs closer to me.

"I'm free"

"I don't have a life"

"I just got fired"

"My husband is on a business trip"

"My kids are in school"

"I don't start my shift until after 5"

"I work here"

"My parents work here "

They all said giving a reason why they could listen to it. I had never seen such a group of people so interested in my boring life.

"Ok"