“I am not interested in teaching incapable people,” she explained. It’s true, she had always rejected those who came to her for help or even the slightest advice. She’d shoo them off with a wave, or politely insult them for trying.

“However,” Sangria added, her voice unsure and hesitant. A hand comes up to rub her chin as she scanned you up and down, observing your figure and composure.

“For once, I may try. Do not tell anyone or I’ll have you locked up.”