"When is your sister's final competition?"
Angel asked, her voice drowsy after the bath. Despite feeling sleepy, returning to the bed seemed to rejuvenate her briefly.
The night deepened, and she lay in Sam's arms, using him as a human pillow in a comfortable position, possibly aided by the blanket that seemed to wrap around her automatically.
Sam was somewhat surprised by her question. "If I remember correctly, tomorrow is the semifinals... The top four from each group will be divided into new groups, and the top two from each will enter the finals. How do you know she'll definitely make it to the finals?"
Sam himself wasn't sure.
Angel squinted slightly, the room dim except for the soft blue ambient light near the bedside, reminiscent of a bar's soothing blues that made one feel gentle and secure. It's said that blue is the most comforting color, though Sam couldn't remember where he'd read that.
