Lunchtime.
Click-!
Standing on the rooftop, I closed the door behind me.
Looking ahead, I saw a tanned girl with blonde hair and an impressive array of accessories such as bracelets, earrings and piercings, her school uniform creatively altered to perhaps exhibit more skin than was typical.
―3-A's Sophie Asanami.
I had never interacted with her before, nor with any of the other students in Class A for that matter, but the fact she decided to contact me now is very telling.
I doubted that this highly coincidental timing was mere happenstance.
"You came, huh? Looks like I was right."
Sophie opened her mouth, beginning to speak with mannerisms befitting her "gyaru-type" character.
Or at least, that's the term I heard my classmates use when describing her.
...Is 'gyaru' the correct term?
