After school that afternoon, Kiyomi Liuli changed into her round-toed leather shoes, standing by the shoe cabinet, still pondering what to do.
"Yuko that dummy has a point. If that guy is willing to live and die with me, could he possibly like me a little? If he doesn't, it's fine, we can still be good friends. But if he does, should I go out with him?"
It was quite a dilemma, but such things are not good to ask directly. How can I find out if he is really interested in me?
It's all Yuko's fault, talking about this sort of thing all the time, messing up my Famous Detective-like concentration.
There she stood, head down, drawing circles on the ground with the tip of her shoe, her neatly trimmed bangs quivering, so deep in thought that it seemed like she was overloading her brain and yet she couldn't come up with a clue.
