The door to the shed was open when Hannah got there, and she rolled the wheel barrow to its customary place behind the lawn mower. As she turned to leave, she heard low voices coming from the open studio window right outside the door...
... “What are you looking at?” the girl asked when she caught Hannah’s eye.
“Not much,” Hannah shrugged and turned her shoulder.
Hunter snorted, but the girl ignored it. “I’m Amy,” she introduced herself.