Alvi released a weighty sigh, his eyes brimming with a blend of hope and trepidation. "I can only hope that Teey emerges victorious," he voiced his concern.
Jono nodded solemnly, sharing the same sentiments. "Indeed, I fervently hope so as well," he whispered, taking a bite of his toast to alleviate the tension. The crunch of the warm, buttery bread was a welcome distraction from the gravity of the situation.
As they conversed over their breakfast, fellow students began trickling into the canteen, eager to sate their hunger before the general election voting event. The din of the room grew louder, with the sounds of scraping chairs, clattering cutlery, and lively chatter filling the air. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of warm pastries and toast, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.
