The audience gasped at the sight. Eden held onto the bow with three arrows, pulling it steadily while setting his eyes attentively on the board.
He was about to pull off a big one. And everyone was shocked.
"What the hell does he think he's doing?" one said.
"Three? He couldn't even do one! What makes him think he can pull off three? Is he kidding or what?"
"He just wants to show off now, because there's no way he's going to get that."
"I know, right?!" some laughed, already expecting a flop shot, while some stared in anticipation.
Helen, on the other hand, smiled. "Interesting. You shouldn't judge too early, because it's obvious he's going to get it."
The men around stared at her.
"What rubbish?"
"You're delusional."
"There's no fucking way."
But Marcus smiled, too. He was curious to see how the shot would go.
Eden was quiet. One eye closed, the other open as he tried to pick up the target.
