"So, you think we're set?" Felix asked me for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. I rolled my eyes, looking through my computer as he walked about the stand's table.
"They're still on the first person. We're number 26. Chill," I said, trying to calm him down. He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair before heading over to take a seat beside me on the metal table.
"I know, I'm just anxious," he said, resting his head on the table as he watched me read through a document on my computer. I smiled, using my left hand to pat his head, making him let out a content noise.
"Everything will be fine, so try not to worry," I said, feeling him nod against my left hand.
It took a lot of time for the judges to move from table to table, I even got tired of fact-checking what we had a settl
