My stomach twisted; I’d never heard Shiori sound like this. “I’m not trying to get between you.”
“I don’t need your pity invites to everything you do. Anyway, do you even know the first thing about dating a Japanese guy? Poor Tomo-kun. Japanese guys have totally different expectations than Americans, you know. I could never date a foreigner. I mean, for a bit of meaningless fun, maybe, but not long-term. You know your relationship with Tomo isn’t going to go anywhere serious, right? Wait...did you know?” She looked at the bright red plastered on my cheeks. “Ara (#litres_trial_promo), you did! Never mind. Enjoy your date. It’s nice to be exotic, even if it’s short-lived, right?” She rose to her feet as the train doors opened, waving her hand at Tomo with a big smile as she went out the door. I stared at her like a blowfish, my mouth open in a big O as the train pulled away.
Tomo collapsed into the seat beside me, the motion making the seat jump a little. “Daijoubu (#litres_trial_promo)?” he asked. “You look pale.”
“I’m not okay,” I said. “Not at all. Did you hear what she said?”
He leaned forward. “What?”
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