Every Saturday you would go to this small little pottery place with your friend to learn the basics. You didn’t really like it but at least there was an attractive instructor to look at.

You were shaping clay on the wheel and struggling at it. Suddenly you a presence behind you and you feel a pair of strong hands on yours that guide your hand movements.

“Like this, from the base to the tip” Leon murmurs as his body was leaned over yours as he aided you.