think of a title for the following episode：I woke up early on Saturday, excited to teach Mark some martial arts, so after finishing up my breakfast I called Joseph to inform him of my decision. He sounded elated, by I doubt he would care so much. Then I quickly dressed in my favorite blue jeans, a pink silk top, and my trusty trainers, eager to begin the day, packed a few things I will need during the training. As I drove towards Joseph's house, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. I had only met Joseph and Mark a few times, and I wasn't sure what to expect.

As I drove up to Joseph's place, my heart began to race with anticipation. I had known Joseph and Mark for only a short time, but I already felt a connection to them, though probably one-sided I still feel happy to know someone needed me. The thought of teaching Mark self-defense filled me with a sense of purpose that I hadn't felt in a long time. But while I pulled up to the entrance, I was struck by the sheer size of the estate.

Tall wrought iron gates stood at the entrance, guarded by two imposing men in dark suits. As I pulled up, they approached my car and asked for my name and purpose. After confirming my identity, they opened the gate, and I drove through, feeling like I was entering another world.

The driveway snaked through a perfectly manicured garden, with vibrant flowers and carefully trimmed hedges. In the distance, I could see a sprawling mansion, its white walls gleaming in the sunlight. My eyes widened in disbelief as I took in the sheer size of the estate. I had seen large houses before, but nothing like this.

As I parked my car and got out, I noticed the security cameras and sensors that dotted the perimeter. This was no ordinary house; it was a fortress. I took a deep breath and made my way to the front door, feeling underprepared and out of place.

Joseph was there welcoming me with an opened door. His warm smile and welcoming embrace put me at ease. “Rose, it's so good to see you,” he said, leading me inside. “Mark's gonna be elated seeing you’ve came.”

Walking through the house, I couldn't help but marvel at its opulence. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, marble floors gleamed underfoot, and every surface seemed to sparkle. I walked through the ornate doorway. My eyes were met with the sight of a grand chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. The floors were made of polished marble, and every piece of furniture looked like it had been meticulously chosen for its elegance and style.

I couldn't help but feel underprepared for this kind of world. My simple jeans and trainers felt out of place among the splendor surrounding me. But I reminded myself that I was here for a purpose - to teach Mark - and pushed aside my feelings of inadequacy as I made my way towards Mark.

Walking towards Mark’s room I could see the excitement in his eyes. He didn't know I was coming, and it was heartwarming to see how much he wanted to learn from me. But as soon as he saw me, he turned a bright shade of red and quickly scurried off to his room, probably to change out of his pajamas. Joseph couldn't help but chuckle at his son's reaction, and it was contagious - I found myself grinning too. 

“You're really here to teach me?” he asked, his face beaming from his ajar door, body hiding behind in marvel. I nodded, a smile spreading across my face. 

“Yep, that's why I'm here.”

Then he quickly ran off shutting his door to change out of his pajamas, and Joseph chuckled at his son's reaction. “He's really excited to see you,” he said, still laughing. “I don't think he expected you to come so soon.” Weirdly, I found his smile alluring. Maybe it somehow resembled Mark’s or maybe I've been alone for too long that even a money worshipping guy seems like a decent person.

I internally slapped my conscious to get a grip.

“Looks like we caught him off guard,” Joseph said with a smile forcing my thoughts for a halt.

“He's adorable,” I replied, still feeling a warmth in my chest.

After Mark emerged from his room, dressed in comfortable clothes for the training, Joseph took us to an empty room, as big as my apartment and we began with some assisted stretching. Mark seemed surprised by how far he could stretch with just a little help, and it was fun to watch him discover his body's abilities. I gently guided Mark through some basic movements. He seemed surprised by how much stretching we did, and I could tell he was enjoying the challenge.

“Wow, Rose! You're really flexible!” Mark exclaimed with a big grin on his face.

I chuckled and replied, “Well, flexibility is important for self-defense too, Mark.”

Joseph joined in on the fun, teasing Mark, “Looks like you've got some competition, kiddo.”

Mark rolled his eyes and laughed, “Yeah right, Dad.”

After stretching, I introduced Mark to some basic Taekwondo disciplines, and he was excited to try them out. I could tell he was eager to learn and improve his skills.

We started with some kicks, and I demonstrated the proper technique for a front kick. Mark tried it out, wobbling a bit at first but eventually getting the hang of it. We continued with some other kicks and punches, and I could see Mark's confidence growing with each move he mastered.

As we practiced, I explained the importance of self-defense and how knowing these techniques can help in dangerous situations. I emphasized the importance of awareness and avoiding dangerous situations whenever possible.

By the end of our session, Mark was sweating but smiling from ear to ear. “This is so cool, Rose! Can we do this every day?” he asked.

Joseph chimed in, “I think we have a budding martial artist on our hands!”

I smiled, feeling proud of Mark's progress and grateful for the opportunity to teach him something new.

As we finished up our routine, Joseph bid us farewell and left the room, leaving Mark and I alone to cool down. I couldn't shake off the feeling of his eyes lingering on me, but I tried to push it aside and focus on the little guy's progress.

“Rose, that was so cool! I never knew I could kick like that,” Mark exclaimed, grinning widely. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at his enthusiasm.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it, Mark. It takes practice and dedication to master these moves, but I know you can do it,” I replied, patting his back.

Packing everything up I was getting ready to leave, when Mark's innocent voice chimed in, “Rose, can't you stay for dinner?” I turned around to see his pleading eyes, and my heart melted. I didn't want to disappoint him, but I had plans for the evening. I've barely had any time for myself the whole week. However, before I could respond, Joseph walked in with an apron on and a broad smile on his face. “Stay for dinner, Rose,” he said warmly. “We'd love to have you.”

Mark jumped up and down with excitement, “Dad makes the best pizzas! It's a family recipe!” He continued with a sheepish grin, “And we only have it once a week, so I want you to enjoy it with me.”