It is only a split second, just a moment that her facade slips, but he sees it all the same.
He's slightly annoyed, but not surprised. It's the kind of reaction he gets all the time—having orange hair automatically profiles him as a delinquent. His scowl deepens.
But she blinks, and the girly demeanor snaps back in place. She makes her way down the aisle, slips into the seat adjacent to his.
All without sparing him another glance.
Ichigo's annoyance rises. Uppity bitch.