"Well, it's such a pain."
I grumbled as I looked around the place, my eyes squinting to adjust to the light.
A bright board with a delicate design illuminated the path to enter the place, the sun already close to setting.
A name was engraved on it that glowed with crimson, with a heart shape made on the side.
"Festival Of Love," I mumbled to myself, reading the name, "What a cringe name."
[It's not bad.]
'It is for me,' I replied as I walked inside the place.
[Stop being so moody all the time.]
'I am not moody.'
[You are.]
'I am not.'
[Then just for today, be happy without complaining about anything.]
'...'
I turned silent as I looked around the place.
It was packed with people, mostly upper-class commoners who had permission to enter.
They all looked happy, some roaming around with friends and some with their girlfriends.
The stalls were strictly placed on both sides, letting everyone check them as they passed towards the main festival.
[I didn't hear a yes.]
