The once reposeful atmosphere inside the Student Council clubroom seemed to get heavier and heavier as time ticked by.
That's how the ash-haired girl perceived it, at least. Eli just couldn't help but think so, however, especially with how awkward the deafening quietude stretched on. Despite the gratifyingly sweet aroma of the freshly-brewed tea, the cozy and revitalizing ambience, and the presence of four stunning gentlemen, she still couldn't feel at ease no matter how much she wanted to snap out of it.
Gnawing at her lower lip, she then decided to just recall how everything got to this point.
Earlier, back in the hallway of the seventh grade's building, the person who was supposed to come in between suddenly turned out to be a new contender in the banter. It just happened that the Vice President popped out of nowhere when Hal and Zeke were squabbling.
"What's wrong with you people?" Noah muttered with a grim expression.
