"No way!"
"Definitely will."
"No way!"
"Definitely will," Uesugi Sakura repeated, "When I lend my novel to someone else to read, Hanabi gets so jealous, her lips are practically pouting up to the sky."
"That's different, and they weren't pouting up to the sky."
"What's the difference? It's all the same to me." Uesugi Sakura sliced through the beef with his knife, back and forth, before cutting another piece and bringing it to her lips, "Anyway, I get jealous, so let's delay having them as long as we can. We haven't spent enough time just the two of us yet."
Hanamaru Hanabi adorably took a bite, her hair gently swaying in the chilly night breeze:
"Then... if Sakura spends too much time with Hanabi, will you still get this jealous?"
"I will, definitely," Uesugi Sakura put down his fork with a clatter on the porcelain plate, "Do you still remember what I said earlier about rosemary?"
