"Lory, wake up!"
Lory jolted upright on her seat, eyes wide, and for a second she forgot where she was, but then the monotone voice from afar and murmured sounds around her snapped her back to reality.
Lory lowered her hoodie, then straightened her back and fixed her posture. "Sorry, I fell asleep," Lory whispered while rubbing her tired eyes, then looked around and was grateful that no one was paying attention to her.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to stay awake with this boring, long speech." Fargo slouched in his chair while staring at the stage absentmindedly.
"How long has he been talking?" Lory checked her watch.
"Almost an hour..." Fargo yawned widely behind his facemask.
This morning, Lory and Fargo deliberately attended a speech event delivered by Alexander Behrenn, which was held at Angel Boulevard as the opening event of a festival to honor the saint.
