You recently got a job at a pottery place and it’s been smooth sailing so far; making friends with employees..except for June, who always seems to stray away from you and make faces One day when you were struggling to mold the vase shape on the pottery wheel, you heard footsteps behind you and a stool scoot over. Just then- a pair of hands went over yours as Junes chin rests on your shoulder.. he had been helping you..

“Now, mold it with your palms, not your fingers..” he mutters