"Allen, isn't he amazing? His presence and the eloquence of his speech are truly mesmerizing," Sharik marveled after Eliphas stepped down from the pulpit. However, Allen remained silent, his hand tightly gripping his chest, tears welling up in his eyes.
'To this extent? I always thought Allen was more the cold type,' Sharik thought.
"Hey, your friend is calling, don't just ignore him!" Geirhild nudged Allen on the shoulder.
"Geirhild! I'm okay! Let's not disrupt those who are immersed in their emotions,"
"Ah, my apologies," said Allen, who quickly realized his inattentiveness. "Did you say something?" Instead of revisiting the earlier conversation, Sharik's curiosity shifted to another topic.
"What's wrong?" he asked about Allen's teary eyes.
