A yawn escaped my mouth and I covered it to not seem rude: Dean had taken us to a room next to the garage that was full of weapons, tools and gadgets and spent hours teaching me how to use certain things. My elbow rested on the metal table in the middle of the room that we sat on as he went step by step. Covering my mouth to prevent my yawn from resurfacing, my hand held up my face and my finger tips grazed my lips.
"Are you paying attention ?" My head lifted from my hand and I sat up straight due to his rattling voice jolting me. As though he was disappointed, he looked into my eyes awaiting my response.
"Yes Dean, I am. We've been at this for hours and I didn't sleep much last night." I explained with honesty: adapting to my lonesome student life was a hard reality to accept and it c
