Though unexpected, it was not totally expectant that I would not run into him ever again, Demian walked towards me holding his racket and wearing a tennis visor. He had behind him three men who I assumed to be colleagues, seeing as they were dressed in sports attire like him.
There were whispers around, eyes glaring at me. "Don't worry. We're here to have fun anyway, so it won't do anything to let me be your coach for the day."
Maybe he could not hear the whispers, maybe he did not feel their scornful glares but why would he when it was all directed towards me. It'll probably be worse if I refuse him. "Alright, I hope I'm not taking much of your time."
