[ Terrible. Makoto sighs, leeching off the momentary solace that it's not an outright refusal, and leads all the way to ... the rinky-dink café like three steps off campus, rife with exorbitant prices and a packed house. He fails to notice that the only kind of food here is sugary confectionary goods until they're sealed in with the noonday crowd.
Turning to Haru, he meekly gestures at the overhead menu. ]
What do you want to order? I'm treating you, so I'll pay.
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Turning to Haru, he meekly gestures at the overhead menu. ]
What do you want to order? I'm treating you, so I'll pay.