Serena P. O. V
Leopold gave me a glance and refocused on the smith machine. I stood in front of him while holding back the annoyance of being lied to.
Maybe he deliberately made up that non-existent rule to prevent me from approaching him.
“Want to practice?” he asked briefly, coldly, and without looking at me.
I stared at the machine in horror. Leopold was lying down and lifting the metal that was connected to the machine. I imagined myself lying there. The machine could have crushed me.
I opened my mouth to confront him, but backed out at the last second. I decided to pretend I didn't know.
“I would rather not use this machine. Is there another one that suits me?” My eyes swept the deserted gym area. It seemed like Leopold was the only one left who worked out until late at nigh
