"Everyone's ogling my husband. What if we just wrap it all up and go home?" the text read.
"I would love to," Ethan replied her, his voice so low that if not for the small mic fastened to his collar, she wouldn't have heard it.
Before Shikera could tease him more, the audience had stopped the murmurings and now turned to the podium. One by one, they began clapping, creating a perfect beat with their chorus, "Let's see his face! Let's see his face! Let's see his face!"
The large screen before her was also boozing with comments of the same. Shikera, still suppressing her amusement, turned to Ethan with a playful glint in her eyes. "It seems like the audience has another request, Mr. DeLoach," she said, her voice teasing. "They're practically begging for you to take off your mask. What do you say? Should we give the people what they want?"
