Lior kept his mouth firmly shut after that, because he knew too well that if he opened it, the stench of his breath would escape. Shame already clung to him, though not nearly as much as the shame he had been drowning in ever since the whole situation with the prince.
Thinking about the prince again made his chest tighten. A sudden realization struck him. Wait… I've been gone for a whole month. Does that mean the prince and I's third date was cancelled? Did he even know about it? What was his reaction?
These thoughts swirled restlessly inside Lior's mind, but no answers came. Instead, he leaned his smelly hands against his chin and released a long sigh, ignoring how unpleasant it felt.
The line inched forward, and soon it was finally Lior's turn. He stepped before the masters in charge of registration. Their eyes swept over him from head to toe, and odd expressions carved themselves onto their faces, as though they were both curious and amused.
