"I've got some work and therefore I won't be able to train you, now please excuse me", how coarse, he didn't even apologize or ask for my permission to go, he just announced like he was some bloody king. He didn't even wait for my answer and was going again when…
"Wait!", I grabbed his shoulders, this time intentionally to stop him and he stared at me over his shoulder, more like giving me a death glare which automatically made me retrieve my hand.
There was complete and utter silence in the room which froze me more than his eyes or his words did and as minutes passed, the coldness and silence in the air kept growing which was making me very uncomfortable to question him but I had to.
So gathering up my scattered courage, I asked him, "Mr. Sylvester, you can't do this after yes…yesterday ni…night, you promised me that you would train me".
