Since Boss Logan left earlier, I got to be the one in charge to clean the Pottery club room before I left.
Thus, I started sweeping the room on my own and wiping few spots that had dirt on them. Maybe Logan made another mug or small vase today as well.
I looked at the lines of new potteries made by those big and rough hands. I had always wondered how those hands capable of crushing a man's head could make something as fragile as pottery goods.
Since it required gentle touch, at least that was my first impression when I saw it.
I kept staring at the potteries until I heard someone called me from outside, "Em."
"Huh?" I turned my head spontaneously, then saw a man with a white jacket that I had worn before. He smiled at me with his beautiful deep ocean eyes.
"Hi, Em," Mason called me again with a smile. "Can I come in?"
