How did the topic turn to desserts?
But...
"...He seemed like a nice person."
The others nodded.
At least, judging from what the girl had told them...
The boy was emotionally stable.
And had a good temper?
Though the girl probably didn't think so...
He was also... considerate.
The girl paused.
Then she nodded somewhat reluctantly.
Once you accepted someone's favor, it was hard to refuse their requests.
And it was hard to be harsh with them, too.
"...I asked him for his contact information."
The girl said.
"Oh, oh."
The others nodded.
If the girl wanted to be friends with him, she naturally had to get his contact information.
Otherwise, how would she meet him again?
Would she go back to his house and wait for him like a rabbit waiting beside a tree stump?
That wouldn't be appropriate, right?
"He left."
The girl spread her hands.
"He left?"
The others were somewhat stunned.
"He just left?"
"You..."
Someone hesitated. "Did you say anything to him?"
"We added each other as friends."
The girl said as though it were only natural.
Ah...
Oh.
The others nodded.
All right.
The girl had gone to such great lengths...
Only to add him as a friend...
The girl pursed her lips.
"...I didn't want things to progress this slowly, either."
"He's prejudiced against me."
In the girl's imagination, even if they didn't hit it off at first sight, they should still have had a pleasant conversation.
Perhaps they could find a café, sit down, and chat slowly.
Their relationship would naturally grow closer...
She would find a way to casually mention the courtyard at the boy's home...
While apologizing again, she would explain that her concern for plum blossoms stemmed from her mother...
Perhaps