Itsuki flashes a smile at Mikuru as she sets a cup in front of him. She gives an acknowledged smile of her own, in her fidgety and clutzy sort of way, and backs off towards Nagato. Itsuki turns to face the club room's door and wonders if Mikuru is a natural ditz, or if the act is merely a facade that geniusly caters to both Haruhi and Kyon's expectations. Himself knowing that his facade only successfully caters to one of them (and on some doubtful nights, perhaps neither).
Nagato is the purest of us, he tells himself. Who is the biggest liar? Itsuki looks back towards the windows and meets Mikuru's gaze. She looks down immediately, tousling her fingers and blushing; he continues to flash his handsome smile.
