And so it was that after she slowly elaborated the reasons for her approach in meticulous detail, time had unknowingly advanced to 1 p.m.
"...that's all I can think of," she concluded, shaking her head. She picked up her cup and took a sip of her drink to moisten her throat, only then noticing the unusual silence in the restaurant.
She had been so engrossed in her thoughts and explanations that only now did she realize such quietness was strange. Raising her gaze, she looked around.
A pair of eyes in the restaurant were focused on the black-haired girl by the window, admiring her intelligent and detailed analysis against the backdrop of the blue sky and white clouds, her keen awareness and consideration for everyone's feelings, and her beautiful, fair face and figure that reminded them of flowers in the summer breeze.
"So impressive."
"Worthy of being Tilan indeed."
"I feel like an idiot for not having thought of all this."