As Avina expected, the moment she arrived at Vatoly's tower, a very impatient master was waiting. His arms were crossed within one another and a pair of unimpressed stared into hers. Avina took a deep breath in and prepared herself for the upcoming lecture.
"You're late," Vatoly spitted out. Each word lapped over the next, full of judgment and harsh expectations. "As my student, you shouldn't be late."
Avina held it in to retaliate. There were no excuses she could come up with nor would it even help to think of solutions. All she had to do was simply stay quiet and wait for the storm to pass over. Twenty minutes later and Vatoly was done.
"What can I expect," Vatoly sighed. He acted like he held hope for her, but Avina knew this conceited man held no hopes for nobody. When he wasn't paying attention, Avina stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes.