It was after the eighth round of the tournament was over, and Sheva somehow found himself sitting in front of two sulking girls, seeing this atmosphere to be awkward and amusing. He just watched those two playing around with their chai tea, not even having the heart to drink it straight away. It seemed that their mood had plummeted since they left the hall.
"You know what?" He finally had enough, breaking the awkward silence around them. "I get why Anna is sulking right now, even though you shouldn't be. You have just watched the chance of her winning the tournament slipping away, and I couldn't blame you for getting depressed and forgetting about your WGM title. But Ia, why are you sulking too? I mean, you weren't even like this after your draw that led me to the first place, right?"
