Broad daylight filtered through the large windows, a magnificent look highlighted the sections of the library. Powerful light surged through the grand room.

A range of wooden chairs and tables situated in the middle, enabled various people to sit and do their work. The diverse pieces of furniture, allowed for every type of person to relax and do their work.

A mixture of sounds waved around into my ears. Murmurs and whisperers floated from person to person. Light conversations were made, so quiet unable to understand what was being said. The constant whizz of the printer and tapping of the keyboards showed the seriousness of the library.

Right at the back, was the faint sound of the coffee machine whirling. The cafe at the back of the library ensured all visitors were looked after with the rich and creamy drinks, accompanied by sweet and savoury snacks.

The smell of the library highlights peacefulness and power. The antique smell of the old books, combined with the crisp smell of the new books helped generate many ideas, just by the relaxing scent.

I managed to find a table, surrounded by comfy soft chairs, located to the far right of the library, out of sight. I peered towards my phone situated on the low table in front of me, checking the time. It was close to hitting one and Zac was nowhere to be seen.

The black biro pen danced around my fingers, I tapped my foot against the soft thick carpet, letting a long slow sigh out from my mouth.

My phone buzzed against the table and I leaped at the opportunity to check who it was. When I saw it was a message from Ruby, one percent of me was disappointed that it wasn't Zac, but that's when it clicked; we didn't have each other's number, nor did we follow each other on any type of social media. I made the hasty decision to wait until half one for him.

R: How's it going? X

Reading Ruby's message, I was going back and forth, deciding whether just to ring her and have good ol' gossip whilst waiting for Zac. Just as I was about ring Ruby, a voice captured my attention.

"What drink do you want?"

Turning my head upwards, I felt like I had frozen in my spot. Zac towered over me and my eyes and brain couldn't comprehend him standing there right in front of me. The words were evaporated from me, I couldn't form a sentence, just a mumble exited from me.

"What drink do you want?" Zac repeated. "I was thinking of getting a coffee before starting."

I subtly pinched the back of my hand, Zac here in the library, asking me if I wanted a drink. Surely this had to be a dream.

"Erm, I'll have a vanilla latte. Thanks," I responded, not giving up the one and only time Zac would offer me something.

Zac's brows were furrowed and he looked at me in a confusing manner. "Is that what you normally get?"

"Yeah it's my favourite, why?"

"Vanilla lattes are my favourite as well," Zac said, masking a slight smirk within his lips.

Now I was looking at him, tilting my head in a quizzical manner.

"I didn't think you were a vanilla latte type of guy," I joked.

"And I didn't have you as a vanilla latte type of girl," He responded in the same tone. With that said he turned around and made his way to the cafe.

I suddenly remembered Ruby's message and quickly sent a response.

H: It's going to be interesting... I'll fill you in when I see you! X

After putting my phone away, five short minutes had passed and Zac came back with two takeaway cups, filled with hot and steamy coffee. The sweet scent of the vanilla, enriched with hot milk and coffee made its way to my nostrils as he placed the cup on the table.

"So then, let's get started," Zac mentioned as he sat opposite me.

"Right, so let's start brainstorming some ideas, what kind of business we want to do," I suggested, picking up my notepad and pen.

Zac mirrored me and got out his pen and paper. Silence bubbled around us, we wavered the pens in our hands, ready to start taking notes. To be rid of the awkward silence, I took a sip of my coffee. The sweetness of the vanilla mixed with the richness of the coffee, tantalised my tastebuds making me feel warm inside.

"Yeah I got nothing," Zac sighed, giving up.

"Me too," I replied in defeat.

"Great, now what? How are we going to come up with an idea?" Zac said whilst he took swig of his own coffee.

After a few short seconds of pondering, a bright idea pinged into my head. "Let's take our minds off this, we're focusing too much to come up with an idea."

"So what do we do?" Zac asked in a slight confused manner.

"Tell me about your photography," I suggested, being genuinely interested.

Zac let out a snort and shook his head. "Just so you can take the piss and make fun of me?"

"Is that what you think of me?" I enquired, irking the corner of my lips. "I'm actually really interested. I want to know how a guy like you has such a passion for photography."

"A guy like me?"

I nodded, not saying another word. I relaxed into the sunken chair and continued to drink more of my coffee.

After realising that I wasn't going to leave him alone, he sighed giving up and proceeded to relax in his seat, cupping his drink.

"It all started when I was young," Zac started off. "I was quite close to my grandad and photography was his hobby. Every weekend he took me to different parks to take snapshots of the landscape or anything that looked breathtakingly beautiful. I took an interest and would alway beg him to let me use the camera. He died when I was ten, it really affected me, but when I found his camera it was like an instant connection. It was like he was watching over me and wanted me to continue taking pictures. My passion grew from there, and now its my hobby."

Hearing Zac words roll out of him, telling the story of how he got into photography warmed my heart up. A glossy sheen misted my eyes as I sat there in awe, seeing Zac in a different light. I noticed Zac's eyes were pooled with water, but he quickly got rid of what ever emotion he was showing.

"That's so sweet, I'm sure your grandad would have been really proud because your portfolio of pictures are amazing and beautiful," I gushed remembering the photographs.

Zac whispered thanks under his breath. For a moment we sat in silence, we let the chatter of people and buzz of the computers filter around us. For some strange reason it was peaceful sitting right here with Zac. It was like the problems and bickering we did previously never happened.

"What about you? How did get so talented at painting and drawing?" Zac asked, intrigued.

A slight hot flush rises in me, to the surface of my skin. Why did I feel like that, with him asking me a simple question.

"You probably won't believe me, but it's a similar story to you," I replied, finishing the last bit of my coffee. "When I was young, every summer I used to stay with my grandma, and she used to draw and paint. When I stayed with her, I was excited to see what new drawings she had. She inspired me and I begged my mum to take me to art classes. With art classes and what my grandma taught me, my passion like you, grew for art. I got better and better and now it's what I love to do."

"And your grandma is she-"

"Yes," I let out in a low tone, answering Zac question understanding what he was about to ask.

Silence consumed us once again, we sat still in our places, deep in our own thoughts. I had just spilled a piece of my past to Zac, this was something I never thought I would do.

"I got it!" Zac exclaimed jerking up from his relaxed position.

I nodded waiting for him to explain what his sudden change of expression was about.

"What if our business idea was centred around what we love, something to do with photography and art, something combined-"

"Wait I got it!" I yelped with a fresh swell of an idea ejecting into my head. "Our business could enable people who wish to draw, colour in their own pictures-"

"Yes! A picture is taken and then it's generated in a way where people are able to colour step by step-"

"And create their very own drawing."

"Shhhhh!" One of the library lady spat, shooting us a stern look.

Both of us were beaming, that we finally managed to think of an idea for our business project. Wide smiles like Cheshire cats were painted on our faces.

"Okay baby steps, we have an idea," Zac laughed.

"That we do," I agreed, slightly chuckling.

The moment between us felt oddly strange. We were gushing together and not a spec of tension or hatred was evident between us. I was seeing Zac in another angle. He wasn't the rude and cocky guy who made fun of me, calling me Hannah Montana. He was the sweet guy who had a deep passion for photography and was willing to work with me, to get the highest grade possible.

After two weeks of groaning and cursing at the whole situation, I started to get a good feeling about this project. I was ready to tackle it and work with Zac. I just hoped nothing would come crashing into us like a truck and messing it all up...

A/N

What are your thoughts on this chapter, we get an understanding where Zac and Hannah's passion for photography/art comes from.

Seem like they are getting on....

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