Wilson became quiet for a second, "Who do I think will win the competition?"
"That's a very… interesting question."
'Dude… We're participating in it, it's one of the most basic question a guy could ask anyone. Don't make this more than it is.' I look deadpanned at the guy who had his index finger on his chin and looked around the stadium while tapping it.
Then his eyes lit up and he said, "I believe there's two people."
'Two people! Besides you, only two other was able to win the competition. That's a freaky assumption, right there… is this guy really something else besides a dork?' My suspicious eyes gazed at the guy in front of me who looked fascinated by the yellow butterfly that landed on his nose.
Then being him, he felt happy and tried to communicate with it. Unknown to him, it only frightened the butterfly and caused it to bite on Wilson's nose making him cry out in pain.
