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"I cannot believe you didn't even ask for his phone number. I'm disappointed in you," Meli waved a finger at Sayu, "Have I not taught you anything?"
Sayu rolled her eyes at her, "I just never got around to it."
"That is not an excuse."
"What does it matter, Meli?" Sayu said, hanging up her apron. The diner was closed until the evening hours. "He lives in the city with a good job; I live three hours away on a farm with my mother."
"And that means?"
"I'm not ever going back to the city. I don't know if I could ever handle it. And I assure you, that he's not coming to the county. So then what? We might become more than friends, but it won't ever work out."
Meli folded her arms, "I don't know, I think he could become a farmer," she scrunched her nose and grinned, "I think he would look cute in overalls."
Sayu shook her head and grabbed her purse. Meli followed her out of the diner.
"Besides," Meli said, "did you ask him if he was cut out for farm life? You just assumed there, girl. Maybe he's willing to do more then you think."
"What for? You mean that I should assume that he would leave his life in the city to live a boring life in the country?" Sayu said.
"Country life is not boring! And, hey, I thought you asked him to come back. Now you're sounding like you didn't mean it."
"Well, I did. But I think I was just kidding myself. He's not going to come back."
They both walked to the quaint little town, a few market booths set up in the street. Meli linked her arm with Sayu's and dragged her over to the nearest one, which was selling various glass jar sizes for canning and herbs.
"If you ask me," Meli said, picking up a large, globe shaped jar, "I think that he's craving to leave the city. It's not like he speaks highly of it."
"I never heard him speak of the city," Sayu said, touching a squat jar that might work for storing the mint in the garden.
"You guys were probably busy talking about something else," Meli said, putting the bottle down and picking up another similar looking one.
"What are you doing?" Sayu asked, watching Meli pay for the container.
"Hm? Oh, this?" Meli winked at her friend, "Why, I'm making a Matsuda Raffle Jar!" Meli started skipping away, making Sayu run to catch up to her.
"Ah…a, what?" Sayu said.
"I'm going to put it in the diner, and tell people to put a slip in with the date that they think Matsuda will come back on."
Sayu groaned, "He's not coming back, Meli, please stop it."
"Oh, I assure you, my friend, he will."
