"Clara-chan!" Yoshie-san's frantic cries rang throughout the story. "Where are you, Clara-chan?!"
"Sorry I had to put you through that, Ren."
"..I'll do what I must."
"Do you hate her?"
"Clara?"
"Yeah."
"...I don't dislike her, just how unnecessarily confronting she is."
'Confronting?' Clara was hiding underneath the sofa out of Yoshie-san's sight. 'I wish..I hadn't heard that conversation..'
Clara had gotten curious earlier and began following Aoba and Ren after they had left the shop and heard their true feelings about her; and unfortunately Ren's.
'Am I confronting?' She thought to herself as Yoshie-san's calls echoed in her thoughts. 'I don't want Ren to hate me.'
"Clara-chan please! I'll give you whatever you want! Do you want a new hairstyle, a new bed, more expensive food? Anything just please come out!"
Clara's eyes widened underneath the sofa, her dark eyes reflecting the tiles beneath her. She slowly crawled out from under the sofa and Yoshie-san's eyes brightened. "Clara-chan!" She immediately picked her up gently, carefully refraining from messing up Clara's hair. "Thank goodness, now what would you like for me to get you? Would you like your nails done? Ooo! Maybe a new bow-"
"Nothing." Clara said simply.
"What? Clara-chan I'm insisting-"
"I want nothing."
Yoshie-san stared at Clara, "But Clara-chan, you always like when I buy you new things!"
Clara remained silent, closing her eyes.
"Oh you're tired! Wait one moment Clara-chan!" Yoshie-san carefully placed Clara onto her purple bed, smiling slightly. "Goodnight Clara-chan, remember I'm still offering you something!"
Clara's eyebrows squeezed together, almost seeming like she was in pain. Yoshie-san appeared to not noticed and walked behind the counter into another room.
'I don't, want anything..' Clara thought, her small body becoming tense. 'I never asked for anything from her, she simply gave me things.' Clara began angrily batting at the small bow on the top of her head, 'Never asked, never asked...but I guess I got used to it..being spoiled.' She froze, her thoughts traveling back to the conversation between Aoba and Ren earlier. She felt sick. '..I can't believe how I never noticed Ren was uncomfortable around me..I thought I was a good friend to him. He's a good friend to me..Actually..' She rolled over on her side. 'One of my only friends...or maybe..just my only friend now that I really think about it..' Clara stared at the top of her violet bed, 'And now, now I know that he was reluctant to spending time with me..what do I do..' She closed her eyes, 'I'll sleep it off I suppose...maybe I'll figure out something tomorrow..'