I observe his every single action being cautious as his behaviour after knowing what I need is doubtful. He glances at me slowly and throws the jar towards me in a blink of an eye, sliding to my left over the bench I stand up and kick the person beside me on his stomach letting the ceramic crash on the floor.
I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him.
The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth pri
