The girl didn't reveal her purpose too quickly.
Although the other person already knew what she was after.
She asked the boy what flavors of desserts he liked.
She asked what flowers he liked...
Building on that, she struck up a conversation with him.
The girl told herself not to rush.
Take it slow.
The boy's first impression of her wasn't good. It would take even more patience to change his attitude toward her.
"Qingqing."
The glasses girl pushed up her glasses. "I've realized you're kind of scary."
"...What?"
The girl looked up from her phone.
She was drafting what she would say when she met the boy.
What should she say then?
What should she do?
She kept going over it, weighing every possibility.
"Don't you think so?"
The glasses girl said with feeling, "For something so trivial..."
"Just look at how much effort you've put into it."
The girl paused.
"...It's strange to smell plum blossoms at this time of year."
"Mm."
The glasses girl nodded.
"It is a little strange."
"But..."
"What would finding out even accomplish?"
The glasses girl couldn't understand.
"Maybe there's a perfectly ordinary explanation."
"That's true."
The others felt the same way.
The source of a plum blossom's fragrance...
What could be so special about it?
The girl tilted her head and thought for a moment.
"...Then I can put this behind me."
The girl smiled faintly.
Otherwise, she'd keep dwelling on it.
It would feel like a thorn in her side.
"Honestly."
"I'm just that stubborn."
"Can't help it."
The girl spread her hands.
"But don't worry."
"This is my last attempt."
"If I still don't make any progress this time..."
The girl slowly let out a breath. "I'll give up."
"Okay."
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