The dinner had ended on a good note. Laughter and chatter carried deep into the night as contestants slowly drifted back to their rooms.
Dayo stayed a little longer, moving from table to table, shaking hands, listening to stories, offering small words that seemed to lift spirits. His calm way of talking and the steady smile on his face drew people in, and one thing that couldn't be ignored was his striking deep blue sea eyes. They caught attention almost as much as his words.
But not everyone enjoyed it.
Frank sat back in his chair, arms folded, watching closely. His jaw tightened as he saw how naturally everyone gathered around Dayo.
He muttered to himself, "Why's he acting like a leader? It's just the first round. He's not even that special. Everyone's treating him like some boss already."
