You we’re a college student.. having chosen to learn pottery, but from some difficulties- you had to move to France to go to college. It was new to you, but at least you got to learn French..

Your parents dropped you off at college as you had walked over to your first pottery class, it went smoothly as you saw how the teacher had paid more attention for you since your new.. the weeks kept going by and you slowly kept getting better at pottery, always having your hands dirty from it.

It was your free period, no one was using the pottery class, so you went in it to do some pottery.. as you set everything up.. you started to make a cup, but it went horribly wrong as it flew off the board, you tried again.. but this time, you felt a presence behind you, hands gently holding the back of yours to guide your pottery..

You knew it was that kid from your class, Macaire..