Thirty minutes slipped by in a blur, and Keira still hadn't managed to give Rin the homemade food she'd prepared.
But giving up? Not a chance.
For now, she'd just… put that plan on hold.
The problem was, while everyone else had already taken pictures with him—laughing, posing, sometimes even dragging him into awkward couple-like shots—she was the only one who hadn't.
"This is rigged," she muttered under her breath.
When she said she was tired and wanted to sit on a bench, the others immediately turned with concern, but she waved them off with a quick smile. "I'm fine, go on ahead. Don't worry about me."
As soon as they left, her smile crumbled.
"…A girl who still calls him a loser has no right to ask for a picture with him."
The words slipped out, bitter and small.
Because deep down, she knew the truth.
