Vol. 1 Chapter 5 – The Handsome Beautiful Girl Hates Losing

After lunch break ended, I somehow made it through the sluggish Monday classes and then came after school.

“Quietly get out of my way. I’ve got a movie I want to go home and watch.”

“Hehe… What if I said,『I don’t want to』?”

In the alley I always used as a shortcut when going home from school, Mizushima was actually lying in wait for me.

The alley was wide enough for about two people, but with her standing there like that, legs spread in an imposing stance, I couldn’t even slip past her.

How on earth did she find out about this shortcut? It was supposed to be a hidden route that only local residents and probably me used.

Between this and the way she’d tracked down my house, her information-gathering skills were so good she might as well become a detective.

“Hey. I don’t know what you want but I don’t have time to deal with you.”

Even when I said that with an openly fed-up attitude, Mizushima just answered with a completely unfazed look.

“That’s mean. I wanted to go on an after-school date with Souta, so I was waiting here like this, you know?”

“Huh? What are you talking about? Dates are only on holidays, right?”

“What are you talking about, Souta? I never said even once that『I only go on dates on holidays.』”

Saying that, Mizushima gave an exasperated shrug.

What’s with that attitude, like she’s making fun of me? Seriously, what an irritating girl.

“So, if you go home just like this, it’ll mean you ran away from our『match』okay?”

“I told you it’s unfair to suddenly spring it on me, didn’t I?”

“And I told you too, didn’t I?『I’ll do a little cheating if I have to.』”

Matching my『I told you』with her own『I told you』 Mizushima flashed a fearless smile.

If she was going to be this shameless about it, then even I had no way left to argue back.

Besides…

“Because I’m serious.”

That’s right. It was those eyes.

She had that carefree attitude, and yet her serious gaze somehow made me feel a firm, unwavering conviction.

Only that gaze had a certain『intensity』to it that made it hard for me to lightly ignore Mizushima.

“Tch… You really are an unfair woman.”

“Yeah. I’m an unfair girl.”

“Fine. I’ll take on that『match』fair and square. Unlike you, I’m not an unfair man.”

And so, though I wasn’t happy about it, the matter was settled, and we left the alley and headed for the station.

We hid ourselves so we wouldn’t run into any other Hominato students, got on the train, and arrived at one of the sightseeing spots in the city, Yokohama Chinatown.

“Yaaay, Chinatown!”

Passing through a large gate shaped like a shrine torii, Mizushima raised both hands high into the air.

“Chinatown, huh. I feel like it’s been a pretty long time since I came here.”

“Eh, really? That’s such a waste.”

While glancing sideways at the excited Mizushima, I looked toward the main street stretching out from the gate.

Apparently, the Chinatown in Yokohama is said to be the largest in Japan, and even the largest in East Asia. Naturally, it was one of the city’s top sightseeing spots, and perhaps thanks to that, it was fairly lively despite being a weekday.

Still, from the perspective of someone who had lived nearby since long ago, when you feel like you can come anytime, you end up not visiting all that often. Even when I did come, it was only occasionally, when I went with Higuchi to our usual Chinese restaurant.

“Souta, are you hungry?”

“I can’t say I’m not hungry.”

“Okay. Then, for now, let’s eat something.”

At Mizushima’s suggestion, we first decided to look around at the street stalls lined up along the road.

On the main street, where tourists and plenty of students like us were coming and going, steam from things like yum cha rose here and there.

“Fluffy steamed bun, soup dumplings, everything oishii yo!”

“Irasshai! How about ama-guri? Amaguri, amaguri!” skeletal shapes¹

Every time we passed in front of a stall, the sellers welcomed us enthusiastically in broken Japanese.

While brushing off the invitations of those merchants with their strong business spirit, the first thing Mizushima set her eyes on was…

“Look, look, Souta. A huge piece of fried chicken.”

“Whoa, huge!”

Before I knew it, Mizushima was holding a fried food so large that it completely hid her face.

On the wrapping paper, which failed to cover the thing itself at all, the words『Da Ji Pai』were written.

She really went straight for something intense right from the start.

“I saw it on Instagram and got curious about it. It really is this big.”

“Can you even finish that?”

“No, no, obviously I can’t eat it all by myself. You help me too, Souta.”

“Is that so… Even then, there’s a crazy amount, you know?”

The thing Mizushima had bought looked like it would fill us up even if the two of us split it half and half.

If she wanted to walk around eating, she should have at least bought something smaller.

Besides, obviously, it looked really oily and high in calories.

I didn’t care at all, but was it really okay for an active model to eat something like this?

“You’ll get fat.”

“Ah, you can’t say that. Saying that to a girl in front of gourmet food is illegal.”

“What law does that violate…?”

“It’s fine. As long as I move enough for what I eat, there’s no problem.”

No sooner had she said that than Mizushima immediately tore off a piece of the Da Ji Pai and put it in her mouth.

Maybe it was hot because it was freshly fried, because she went hafuhafu several times, letting the heat escape from her mouth.

“…Yeah, it’s delicious.”

Eventually, she nodded in satisfaction and smiled.

What she was eating was B-grade street-stall food, and yet when it was her, somehow the scene looked like a stylish commercial for some new dessert.

Perhaps drawn in by Mizushima’s smile, the tourists nearby all began heading toward the Da Ji Pai stall too. It seemed like it would be far more effective at attracting customers than putting up some clumsy advertising poster.

As expected of the popular model『Sizu』I guess.

“Hey, hey, Souta. Let’s go look around the other shops too.”

“I get it, so stop pulling me.”

After that, we struggled with the gigantic fried chicken for a while, though in the end, I was the one who ended up eating around eighty percent of it, and then we set off again in search of Chinatown food.

There were plenty of shops selling the usual classic menu items along the street, like meat buns, soup dumplings, and fried wontons.

On the other hand, I felt like shops pushing so-called 『Taiwanese gourmet』foods, like the Da Ji Pai from earlier and xuehua bing, had become more prominent than before.

Even though this was Chinatown, I couldn’t help thinking, Taiwanese gourmet? But apparently, this was what was trendy lately.

“Huh? Onii-san, I’ve seen your face before yo!”

Amid all that, just as we passed in front of a certain stall, someone suddenly called out to me.

When I turned around, there was a girl with hair in buns, dressed in a cute China dress. She looked about the same age as my little sister Suzuka. She was a charming girl, with a glimpse of a yaeba that left an impression. skeletal shapes²

“I knew it! What happened no~? I haven’t seen you lately, so I was worried about you desu ne~!”

The girl, who spoke Japanese rather fluently for a resident of Chinatown, gave me a friendly smile, took my hand and then shook it up and down.

For a moment, I felt like I heard an unbelievably low『Hah?』come from Mizushima beside me, but honestly, I didn’t have the mental room to worry about that.

“W-Wait, stop, stop! Who are you!?”

“Geez, you know me, don’t you? You come to our place often and eat our food yo!”

“『Often』,『come to our place』,『food』? …Hey, Souta. Who is this girl?”

“Hie!? N-No, I mean, I don’t know who she is either…”

Before I knew it, Mizushima had clung to my right arm tightly enough to squeeze it, and while wearing a smile so pleasant it was obviously fake, she asked me in a voice as cold as an icicle.

Scary. Could you stop making that face? It feels like it’ll show up in my dreams.

While feeling intimidated by Mizushima, who for some reason looked absolutely furious, I once again looked at the China-dress girl’s face.

Because it had happened so suddenly earlier, I had been shaken and couldn’t tell, but now that I thought about it, I did feel like I had seen her somewhere before.

Considering her words about me coming to her place and eating food there… Ah.

“Could you be from『Sanyinkaku』?”

“That’s right yo~! Long time no see~!”

The China-dress girl smiled as she clenched and opened her fists.

That’s right. I remembered now. This girl was the poster girl of the Chinese restaurant Higuchi and I usually went to. I’d heard before that even though she was still in middle school, she helped her parents by working there.

Come to think of it, I hadn’t gone there for the past few months or so, so I had almost completely forgotten.

After all, I’d spent almost every after-school hour with Ena-chan, hahaha… haha… Makes me want to cry.

“You remembered me pretty well, huh?”

“Of course! I remember all the faces of our regular customers desu ne! Especially you, Onii-san, because your eyes are like a Zangshahu and cute, so I remember you well yo!” Zangshahu³

“Uh, really?”

I didn’t know what a『Zangshahu』was, but calling a plain guy like me『cute』was certainly unusual.

Huh? But why was she working as a stall seller in a place like this today?

“This stall is also run by our shop yo! You know how 『Taiwanese gourmet』has been popular lately, right? So Sanyinkaku decided to open a hujiao bing stall too no~! Today, I’m the seller yo!”

“Ah, I see. Then, could that outfit also be…?”

“Right! Charm is the life of a seller desu ne~! So Mama gave me her old clothes yo! Ehehe, how is it? It suits me, right?”

Saying that, the China-dress girl twirled around once on the spot.

“Sou-ta~?”

Just as my small talk with the China-dress girl had gotten lively, my right arm was tugged.

When I turned around, Mizushima, who had been pushed completely outside the mosquito net, was now in a full-on sulk, looking extremely displeased.

Crap. I had completely left her alone.

It was a pain, but even so, leaving her like this would probably be bad.

“Ah, uh, then we’ll get going. I’ll drop by the shop again sometime.”

“Oka~y! Onee-san there, I’ll be waiting for you too ne! I’ll give you service yo!”

Without reacting even to the China-dress girl’s words, Mizushima quickly left the stall behind.

Having no choice, I followed after her and once again stepped into the bustle of the main street.

“Hey, Mizushima.”

“…………”

“Hey, come on. Why are you sulking so much?”

“Huh, what? I’m not sulking or anything, though?”

Without even looking back at me, Mizushima declared that. And she cut in almost before I could finish speaking.

She’s totally sulking after all.

“I just thought, so that’s the kind of woman Souta likes.”

“Hey,『woman』? Come on… I was just making small talk with someone I know from a shop I’m kind of familiar with.”

“Hmph. I don’t care about you anymore, Souta. Just leave me alone and go have fun with those China girls or whatever. Go wherever you want.”

“…Then what’s with this hand?”

Despite the curt things she was saying, Mizushima had been firmly gripping my right hand for a while now.

Contrary to her words, I could feel a strong will from her that said,『I absolutely won’t let you get away.』

She really is such a troublesome girl…

“Mutter, mutter… If I were under the same conditions too… Ah, that’s it.”

Then, just as she seemed to suddenly think of something, Mizushima released my right hand, which she had been holding.

“Souta, wait here for a bit, okay?”

“Huh? H-Hey! Where are you planning to go?”

Ignoring my voice calling after her, Mizushima quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Left alone at the edge of the main street, I could only stand there in a daze.

What a completely self-paced person. At least tell me where you’re going.

“Tch… Maybe I should just go home like this.”

And so, after waiting for about twenty minutes while drinking mango juice I’d bought from a nearby stall…

Just as I was starting to lose my patience and grumble, someone suddenly tapped me on the shoulder from behind.

“Nihao! Onii-san, you’re handsome. If you’re free, wanna do something nice with me?”

That voice… Mizushima, huh?

Jeez, she finally came back.

“What’s with the『Nihao』? You made me wait forever, and now you’re… huh?”

I turned around, intending to throw at least one sarcastic remark at her, but then I froze on the spot.

Because Mizushima’s outfit had completely changed from the school uniform she had been wearing earlier.

“You were staring pretty hard earlier, after all. You like this kind of thing quite a bit, don’t you, Souta?”

“Y-You, that’s… a China dress?”

Yes. What Mizushima was wearing was a navy-blue China dress decorated with floral embroidery.

From the sleeves, which were almost sleeveless, Mizushima’s slender upper arms extended out. The skirt part reached down to around her ankles, but from the bold slit, her long, shapely leg wrapped in a black over-knee sock was sticking out.

“Hehe, what do you think? It’s my first time wearing one, but I pull it off pretty well, right?”

With a triumphant smile, Mizushima placed a hand on her hip and struck a perfect pose.

It was true that in this outfit, which clearly showed off the lines of her body, Mizushima’s good figure was on full display. Too much on display, even.

When my eyes went to her upper body, her shapely, full bust pushed the fabric at her chest up tightly, looking like it might burst at any moment. Honestly, it was extremely bad for my eyes.

But if I looked at her lower body instead, because of the deep slit, I could catch glimpses not just of her thigh, but even slightly up near her hip, which also made it extremely hard to look at directly.

In short, for better or worse, Mizushima and the China dress were an outstanding match.

Hmm… pies bigger than Da Ji Pai… Wait, no, no! What am I thinking?

“W-What happened with that dress? Don’t tell me you bought it?”

So that she wouldn’t notice the wicked thoughts in my heart, I asked while pretending to stay perfectly calm.

“Nope, it’s rented. There was a shop renting them out right over there. Well, since I was making you wait, I couldn’t take my time with the size measurements, so places like the chest are a little tight.”

Mizushima gave an embarrassed little smile, then shrugged as if to say,『Oh well』.

“More importantly, now that I’m dressed properly for this, let’s restart it. Our Chinatown date.”

“Y-Yeah.”

Seeing me overwhelmed by how devastatingly powerful her appearance was, she seemed to be in a much better mood now.

While pulling my hand, Mizushima began walking with light steps, looking like she might start skipping at any moment.

I blankly followed behind her, just letting myself be pulled along.

“Hey, look. That girl in the China dress.”

“What the heck, she’s crazy cute… or honestly, she’s sexy as hell!”

“Her figure’s insane. Seriously, I’m losing confidence here.”

However, when I noticed that wearing the China dress had suddenly made the gazes around us gather on Mizushima, I finally came back to my senses.

Well, of course. When I thought about it, even if she was still a high school student, this girl was an active magazine model. She was the type of person who made a living off how well she wore clothes and how good her figure was.

If it were an ordinary school uniform, that would be one thing, but if she was dressed up perfectly in an outfit like this, then of course she would attract attention.

“H-Hey, Mizushima. This is bad.”

When I looked at the clock, the time was gradually approaching six in the evening.

It was the time when the number of middle and high school students heading out to Chinatown after school would start increasing. There might be Hominato students among them, and even if there weren’t, there was still a chance we’d run into fans who knew Mizushima’s face.

If those people saw me and her together, it would turn into a whole thing.

“Let’s move to a back alley with fewer people for now.”

For the time being, I suggested getting out of the crowd.

The moment I did, Mizushima deliberately lowered her eyes in an embarrassed-looking way.

“M-My, Souta… Taking me into a back alley, what are you planning to do to me?”

“This isn’t the time to say stupid stuff! I’m saying you stand out way too much, so we should avoid people’s eyes a little!”

Damn it, I really should have just gone home right away when she left me behind earlier.

I very much wanted to pinch Mizushima’s grinning cheeks, but somehow, I lowered the spear I had raised.

“Anyway, there are too many people on the main street. We’re going out through that side street and heading into an alley.”

“O~kay.”

And so, after somehow pushing our way through the waves of people and escaping the main street, we eventually arrived at a small alley near the edge of Chinatown, where there weren’t that many tourists.

“Phew. We should be able to calm down a little here.”

“Souta, are you tired?”

“Yeah, I am. Mainly because a certain someone has a serious lack of caution.”

While spitting out that complaint, I was so exhausted that I ended up sitting down on a round chair by the roadside nearby.

“Onii-san! That chair belongs to our shop! You can’t sit there without permission!”

“Wah! S-Sorry!”

The moment I sat down, a warning in broken Japanese flew at me, and I hurriedly stood up from the seat and turned around.

Apparently, the chair I had sat on was equipment belonging to a nearby fortune-telling house.

A middle-aged woman who seemed to be the shopkeeper, wearing a gaudy amount of precious-metal accessories, was glaring at me.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know…”

“…Moumantai. More importantly, meeting here is also some kind of fate. Onii-san, you should have your fortune told.”

With an attitude that allowed no argument, the woman beckoned me over.

What should I do? Honestly, I wasn’t really interested in fortune-telling, but since I’d caused trouble, it was hard to refuse…

“Heeh, fortune-telling, huh~. Sounds interesting.”

Beside me, while I was at a loss for how to answer, Mizushima looked full of curiosity.

“Since we’re here, let’s get our fortunes told. Come on, Souta too.”

“Eh? H-Hey, Mizushima…”

Without even waiting for the woman to call out to her, Mizushima quickly sat herself down on one of the round chairs.

Seriously, why is this girl always so going-my-own-way?

While instinctively pressing my temple, in the end, I couldn’t refuse either and sat down beside her.

“Palm reading, tarot, fortune calculation… Heeh, they even have horoscopes.”

Mizushima skimmed over something like a menu placed on the table.

It did indeed seem like they offered all sorts of things, but every one of them was pretty expensive.

Apparently, every fortune-telling option was basically three thousand yen, and even the cheapest palm reading cost one thousand yen.

“Hey, let’s just forget it after all, okay? It’d still be better to use this money to buy souvenirs and go home.”

So the fortune-teller lady wouldn’t notice, I whispered into Mizushima’s ear.

I had no intention of making fun of it at all, but even so, spending this much on fortune-telling was way too painful.

But Mizushima didn’t seem to think so in the slightest.

“It looks like she’ll do it properly, so isn’t this much normal?”

“Yeah, but I’m already low on cash today…”

“Then for now, I’ll pay here.”

Mizushima casually took her wallet out of her bag.

“Then, please do a『compatibility reading』.For me and the boy sitting next to me.”

With the casualness of buying a meat bun at a convenience store, she casually paid the three thousand yen.

Ohh, as expected of a popular model. Looks like she really does earn a decent amount.

“『Compatibility reading』yes. Then both of you, write your names and birthdays on this paper.”

After receiving the three bills, the lady handed us small forms.

When we wrote our names and birthdays as instructed, the lady compared them with a chart full of kanji that she had on hand.

Then, after silently staring down the papers for a while, the lady said,

“Ehh,『Mizushima Shizuno』-san, yes. What you want to know is your compatibility with『Sakuhara Souta』-san, yes?”

“Yes. How is it? As I thought, is our compatibility outstanding?”

“Yes. Your compatibility is good.”

At the lady’s words, Mizushima turned a smug face toward me, as if she had taken the head of an oni.

Hey, hey, seriously? Me and this girl?

That joke’s too much. After all, we had only just met recently, and even the way we met was the worst. We were, after all, in a relationship where we stole and were stolen from each other’s lovers.

Even by some mistake, there was no way we could have 『good compatibility』.

Was this fortune-teller really a fraud after all?

“That’s good, Souta. She says we’re a matching couple.”

“Ueeh, give me a break.”

“Mm? No, no. Wrong.”

However, at that moment, the fortune-teller lady called out, as if saying『Wait』.

“The compatibility that is good is in the case of『friends and family』, yes. In the case of『lovers』, your compatibility is the worst.”

“…………Huh?”

Mizushima’s expression instantly stiffened, enough that I could almost hear a pishi sound.

“My and Souta’s…『compatibility as lovers』is what?”

“The worst.”

“N-Not, like, some kind of mistake?”

“I do not lie in fortune-telling. If I say worst, then worst. You should break up right now.”

The fortune-teller lady mercilessly thrust reality at her.

There was the pride of a fortune-teller in her, as if to say she would not offer cheap comfort just to please her customers.

Sorry, lady. I thought you were a『fraud』… You’re a genuine『pro』.

“And then,『Sakuhara Souta』-san. You have a girl who is much more compatible with you than she is.”

“A girl who’s compatible with me?”

When she said that, I got a little curious.

What kind of girl exactly was I compatible with?

“Yes, that kind, yes. A more quiet girl. A well-raised young lady, something like that. Also, that, yes. If you date a girl from a family that keeps a dog, your luck will go up.”

“Eh?”

A quiet, well-raised young lady from a family that keeps a dog?

‘Th-That’s basically Ena-chan exactly, isn’t it!?’

Feeling like I had unexpectedly sensed some kind of bond with Ena-chan, I felt a little happy.

That said, well… I had just broken up with that same Ena-chan recently, yes.

“Compatibility…the worst… The one with good compatibility with Souta is… the Ena-chan type…”

When I suddenly looked beside me, Mizushima, whose eyes had somehow lost their highlights, was muttering that like she was delirious.

“H-Hey, Mizushima? You look like the empty shell left behind after an out-of-body experience, you know? Come back, Mizushima.”

“…Hehe, hehehe, hehehehehehe.”

Maybe from the shock, she seemed to have finally gone strange.

Still hanging her head, Mizushima let out a dry laugh, then slowly rose from the round chair. Then she turned her back on the fortune-teller lady and began walking toward the other side of the alley.

With the way her steps were unsteady and her outfit added to the effect, she somehow looked like a jiangshi.

“Wait, wait, wait. Where do you think you’re going?”

She didn’t look like she was in any state to be left alone, so I hurriedly followed after her.

And after arriving at another alley different from the one we had just been in, Jiangshi Mizushima headed toward…

“…Excuse me. Please do a『compatibility reading』. For me and the boy behind me.”

“Wh-What!?”

Mizushima-san, going for an unexpected second opinion. Apparently, she intended to go fortune-teller hopping.

It was true that there were probably more fortune-telling shops than you could count in Chinatown, but still.

Just how badly did she not want to accept the first result…?

“Aye aye,『compatibility reading』,yes. Then write your names and birthdays here, okay?”

After Mizushima paid the fee, the reading proceeded with the same steps as before.

And then, the answer given by the second fortune-teller was…

“Ahh, this is no good. Your compatibility as lovers is the worst, yes. It absolutely won’t go well from here on.”

A mercilessly delivered second consecutive declaration of『your compatibility is the worst』.

Once again, the light vanished from Mizushima’s emerald-like eyes.

“H-Hey, Mizushima? Let’s stop already, okay?”

Feeling a little sorry for her, I suggested retreating while the wound was still shallow.

But Mizushima showed no sign of giving up at all.

“…Next.”

“Mizushimaaa…”

After that, even when the third shop and the fourth shop also threw the same result at her, saying that her compatibility with me was the worst, Mizushima still refused to back down.

At that unyielding spirit of hers, before I knew it, even I began to feel something beyond sympathy, something almost like respect…

“Heeey, Mizushima-san? This is already the seventh shop, you know? Seriously, let’s go home already.”

No, not at all. I was simply giving Mizushima, who was wasting money on fortune-telling, a lukewarm gaze.

“Mmm… one more shop, just one more shop.”

Being told『the worst, the worst』over and over had apparently hit her quite hard.

Where had the usual cool, mature, charismatic high school girl gone? Right now, she was like a child throwing a tantrum because she couldn’t get a toy bought for her.

To think that Mizushima Shizuno had such a sore-loser and childish side to her.

And, I mean, saying this might be rude but getting this worked up just because some street-stall fortune-tellers said her compatibility with me was the worst…

While looking at Mizushima’s pouting profile, I suddenly remembered what she had said earlier.

【Because I’m serious.】

Because she seriously liked me, and seriously wanted to become lovers with me.

That was why, even if it was just street-stall fortune-telling, she couldn’t help but care about it.

If I asked why she was getting so worked up, would she once again say something like that with a face that made it seem completely obvious?

“Honestly… just how serious is she about this?”

While looking at Mizushima’s back as she was being knocked out by the eighth fortune-teller, I murmured absentmindedly.

And then, when the number of fortune-telling houses we had gone through finally reached double digits…

“Excuse me. I couldn’t hear you very well, so could you say that one more time?”

“U-Um… Onee-san and that boy’s compatibility is the wor…”

“One. More. Time. Could you please tell me the correct fortune-telling result?”

Apparently, she had decided she could no longer afford to care about appearances.

Mizushima had finally resorted to a power play, trying to pressure the fortune-teller into giving her the result she wanted.

“N-No, um… Like I said, your compatibility is the wor…”

“Fortune-teller-san, you know? I may not look it but I’m actually a little famous on social media.”

“Huh…?”

“Enough that sometimes followers crowd into shops I share as『recommended』. So… depending on the result of this fortune-telling, I could introduce this shop for you too, auh.”

Just as she finally started dangling a bribe in front of the fortune-teller-san, I brought a hand chop down on Mizushima’s head.

“That’s not even a power play anymore. That’s just bribery, you idiot.”

“That’s mean, Souta… Well, the social media stuff was half a joke, at least.”

“That part should be completely a joke.”

Mizushima shrugged, but even so, she still pressed closer to the fortune-teller onee-san, who seemed to be a newcomer.

“Then I’ll ask just one last time, okay? How is the compatibility between me and Souta?”

However, the onee-san, who by now was completely frightened, stumbled over her words and said,

“Y-Your compatibility i-is… di-disasters may be many, but… perhaps not bad…?”

In the end, losing to Mizushima’s pressure, she gave that vague, ambiguous answer.

“Really!? Yay! Hey, did you hear that, Souta? As I thought, our compatibility is good!”

Mizushima frolicked around, letting out a somehow empty cheer that echoed through the back alley of Chinatown.

Faced with her like that…

“Y-Yeah…Good for you.”

Even I could only at least say that and nod for her.