Jessica’s POV
Fred flinched, his hold on the punching bag tightening as he hid behind it. “Okay… Okay… Let’s keep it co–”
Before he could finish his words, I punched the bag he was holding, but not too hard, or he’d be flying away.
“Ouch!” Nonetheless, he still dramatically clutched his chest in pain. Walking out from his hiding, he looked at me like I betrayed him. “Straight to violence, really? My poor, fragile heart. How dare you?”
I rolled my eyes before turning around. Slamming down to the bench with my legs apart and my elbows on it, I started removing my hand’s wrap.
Fred’s shadow loomed over me as he stood in front ot me. “What’s wrong?”
“Eric… Again,” I said with a hint of helplessness in my voice as I threw the wrap to who knew where.
“Ah, the walking plague,” he commented
