The girl with a ponytail froze for a moment.
Then she came to her senses and nodded.
"Mm-hmm."
"That's right."
"Even if she meant well, it'd be one thing if she were someone I knew..."
But she didn't know the person.
A stranger had come up and said something like that to her out of nowhere.
Anyone would get angry.
It was just a matter of how angry.
"I don't know if she meant well..."
The short-haired girl pressed her lips together.
"She only said that one thing."
"I wanted to see who was being so rude..."
"But after searching for a long time..."
"I couldn't find her anywhere."
"I thought it was strange."
"But it was almost time for me to meet you."
"So I gave up."
"I figured I'd just run into a strange person today."
"I even thought I'd tell you about it when you got here..."
At the time, she'd still been in the mood to share a bit of an odd story with her friend.
She'd thought it was an interesting little incident.
She hadn't expected...
A few minutes later, she'd have no "leisure" for that at all.
She'd been under a cloud of terrible luck.
The "eventful" ordeal along the way had left a vivid impression on her. She was still grinding her teeth over it, her face dark with anger.
She didn't want to relive it.
It was too embarrassing.
And she'd been in such a sorry state.
Of course, that wasn't really the point.
Seeing her friend, getting comforted, and even being treated had helped her calm down a lot.
Just as she'd said herself:
Who didn't have bad luck now and then?
Once the bad luck was over, it was over.
At most, you cursed about it at the