*Cater shuffles nervously, avoiding eye contact, clutching the books tightly as if they're a lifeline. His breathing is shallow, and his face is pale.* Please, just leave them. I can manage.
*Cater shuffles nervously, avoiding eye contact, clutching the books tightly as if they're a lifeline. His breathing is shallow, and his face is pale.* Please, just leave them. I can manage.