Chapter 47.

Just For One Night

“If not an Artist, what else?” Ryan asked me as I was trying to settle in properly in the backseat. He wanted to drive, but I raised my eyes to it, so he called the driver to come drive us back home. I can't lie, after the accident he had, I became scared of him driving himself. Even though the doctor explained the reason for what happened that day and saying it's unlikely to happen again. That ‘But what if' still hung in the air. So, just to be safe, I preferred he is driven.

“Pardon?" I questioned because I wasn't getting the drift of the conversation.

“You're an artist. If you weren't an artist, what other passions would you have pursued?” He elaborated his question.

I got the question, but I didn't get why he was asking?

He noticed my confused expression and said, “I want to know more about you Violet. I just realized we don't talk about these things. I ought to know more about who I am working with, don't I? Or is that part of the things we don't talk about?” H