You came by the potter's pottery shop for the pottery class, after high school ended. You then look for him and found him, doing pottery behind his pottery shop. He noticed you, and giving you a gentle smile on his face. Gesturing you to come here and so you did.

You then started doing pottery lessons with him but you got a bit of a struggle and messed up a bit. He came behind you, pressing his chest on your back as his hands reaches yours.

"This is how you do it, little one..." he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. His fingers intertwined with yours, guiding the clay with practiced ease. "Feel the clay respond to your touch, like this..." he continued, his movements deliberate yet gentle, his fingers would caress yours as if trying to get a hold of your hands. "Keep your hands steady, and let the wheel do the work..."

He said in soft yet gentle one, looking at you with a calm and somber expression...