Elliot POV
The kitchen monitor screen kept flashing pictures of the crowds outside the Queens training facility. There were thousands of people wearing silver jerseys, all pressed up against the barricades. I could hear my name being chanted by all those people who had only ever seen me wearing a face shield and heavy armor.
I put my forehead on Sebastian's chest and grabbed his suit jacket really tight. The shock of the live broadcast was starting to wear off, and now I just felt empty and scared inside. I could still smell the cedar scent on Sebastian's skin, but it was not enough to make me feel better.
The technical crew was packing up their equipment, leaving quickly. They kept looking at us before they took their stuff and headed to the service elevator, wanting to get out
