He looked at me with a smirk on his face. “How are you going to be a masseuse and you scared of people?”

“I’m… I’m not scared,” I muttered, and cleared my throat. “The gun threw me off that’s all,” I said with more confidence.

“I see.”

“Oh, looks like you want to smile for me.”

I shook my head.

“Give it to me. Let me see it.”