Gil and Cynthia immediately stopped their conversation as they heard the name of the new President. Everyone thought that Latanya's name would be called… But Evans?
Was that… Van?
Their questions, however, were quickly answered as a small boy stood on the ledge of the balcony. The previous whispers and cheers were now drowned by the silence that filtered through the air as everyone on the plaza stared at the boy.
"Pft," after a few more seconds of silence, Cynthia finally could not hold it in as she let out a small chuckle. And her chuckled signaled the start of the people's confusion; their bewildered whispers traveling from one person to the next.
the world...is your oyster. Also, I will be trying to make the pace of the story faster now since a lot have been complaining with the slow pace of the story.
As always, thank you for reading!