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Alright, good, that was an adequate and polite response. Shiori made sure to let out the quietest sigh of relief that she could manage, relaxing immensely. Harumi was going to make this day more difficult than she had anticipated. To think, all she wanted was to have some boba and a snack. Was that the problem? Was she hoping for too much? She blamed Harumi--to think the so-called 'helper' of their grade was this devious. Why [i]was[/i] she doing this? What was her angle?

Harumi, on the other hand, was pleased with Ryusei's response, positively beaming at the change of subject. While she had nothing more to say at the moment, she did, however, still possess the smallest hint of mischievousness still in her eyes. The brunette scanned the cafe and decided on a spot, pointing to a booth. 

[color=gold]"Let's sit there, I'll have them bring your food to you,"[/color] She suggested kindly.

Shiori managed to push herself away from the counter, now calm, cool, and collected--she made a mental note to keep her guard up going forward. She nodded at Harumi's suggestion, warily walking past her and glaring at the other girl's smile. She was onto her, there was no way she was getting flustered or embarrassed or any of that. So long as she had that in mind, things would be fine.

The booth was a little on the smaller side, but that wasn't suspect. Shiori settled on one side, her hand on her chin as she watched Harumi like a hawk. 

[color=gold]"Is something the matter, Himawari-san?"[/color] She asked.

[color=pink]"Nope. I just want some boba,"[/color] Shiori replied.

[color=gold]"They'll bring it over as soon as it's ready,"[/color] Harumi assured her. She then looked up at Ryusei. [color=gold]"Did you want to sit next to Himawari-san? Or would you rather sit with me?"[/color] 

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