Too fast... wasn't this really too fast and abrupt?
For a moment, all sorts of complicated emotions—embarrassment called helplessness, pain and sorrow from the past, and more—seemed to open a soy sauce shop across her face, spilling everywhere into an extremely "spectacular" "painting."
"What even is this...?"
That one simple sentence brought her immense confusion. Her glasses nearly shook right off the bridge of her nose. Unable to make sense of it no matter how much she thought, Rikka could only press her cool fingers against her temples, barely suppressing the buzzing beneath them.
Weren't we enemies? More than that, in our eyes, you were even our enemy! So what was this sudden nonsense you were saying... what was the point of any of this?!
It had to be a trap... right? No matter how she looked at it, this was a trap meant to lure her in and completely defeat the Pretty Cure! No, that wasn't right... if it was a trap, there had to be sufficiently tempting bait! This date... made absolutely no sense at all!
But even so... the girl, with one hand pressed against the front of her school uniform stretched taut across her chest, had to admit that her heart really was beating so fast.
Just like how she had been concerned about him earlier.
"Or maybe he was simply joking around to tease me, and if that's the case then it really is possible, because if it's him—"
As she launched into a rapid stream of words without even a trace of punctuation, Rikka suddenly realized something. Wait, why did I sound like I knew him so well?
"I'll lead the way~"
As if deliberately refusing to give her any time to recover, the excited boy shouted something that meant "road" and ran off