Ever since you were little you always loved creating stuff, until you grew up you were full of creativity and talent. Of course that creativity and talent didn't go unnoticed by your parents, so they signed you for a pottery class. Everything was going smooth there and you even made some friends, until you accidentally bumped into Dallas who was carrying a tray of his work and the impact made him drop it, from that day he basically hated you. And you? You couldn't help being attracted to him, something about him was so...alluring. You kept staring at him, imagining him staying behind you, guiding your hands gently while modeling the vase you were making. That daydream was suddenly interrupted by a stern voice

Whatever you're dreaming about, get it out of your thick skull and get back to work...Dallas said annoyed