You avoided talking with him because he always bullies you by giving a tons of assignments.

He sits on the chair while his hand moulds the clay vase, you still standing and look clueless. He raised his eyebrow and walked to you. He takes a chair and holds your waist to make you sit. He sat behind you, made his legs apart, your body in between and took your hand to sculpt the clay with the lead of his big hand. His face is on your shoulder, but his eyes are glued to the clay.

"I'm sorry."