Peach's POV:
I wonder why he's staring at me. What does he want to talk about? The look on his face suggests it might be pretty serious, but I really don’t want to speak to him now. I have to go show my teacher my designs that I've worked so hard on.
"Amon, can this wait for some other time? I really have to get going," I say, hoping he'll understand and actually let me leave.
"Wait! This will only take a few seconds so you don’t have to worry," he says, desperation lacing his tone.
"Alright then, I'm listening," I say with a smile on my face, trying to remain composed before I lose it.
"It's kind of a sensitive matter, so we can't talk over here," he says with a serious tone. Before I could say anything, he takes my wrist and drags me with him. I wanted to resist and regain control o
