"Nina, don't you think that the watermelon is actually a really vibrant and beautiful fruit?" I asked Nina, who was quietly drinking her bottle of juice as slowly as possible, to prolong the time she could sit on my lap. "It's one of nature's gifts that not only tastes so good but also looks so wonderful as well...Don't you think that as well, Nina?"
"S-Stop it, Kafka~...My heart just calmed down after that shameful crying session I had. Don't make it go beating like crazy again, since I really can't handle any more tension." Nina exclaimed as her cheeks flushed, thinking that I was complimenting her by using the watermelon as an example like I did earlier.
