A/N: Goodness, this is so fluffy all I can say is for you not to kill me. Please listen to "You're So Great" by Blur as you read.

She's somewhat drawn to him. She didn't know when it started, but it struck her in complete realization. She didn't need any explanations, anyway.

"Goodness, Mamori, I still can't believe you're getting along with that devil. What threat did he put you into?" One of her friends said, worried.

"We won't even be surprised if he turns out to be involved with the mafia." Ako added.

"Or if he gets you involved with it as well!" One of her friends retorted.

"You barely even talk to us anymore, more so into hanging out with us. You even sleep late for the sake of analyzing whatever it is that needs mending." Ako exasperatedly expressed.

"Mamori, are you really sure you're pursuing this?" Sara asked, demanding an answer.

"Hey girls, I need to get going. I have a meeting with the man you're talking about." She winked, just to annoy her friends. Oh, how I love them, she thought. She stood and started to walk, leaving the girls questions and pleas left unanswered.

"God, Mamori, you even prepare him coffee!" Ako shouted for her to overhear, not quite teasing, and more like shuddering at the thought. After all, in their circle of friends, preparing coffee for someone of the opposite sex is something rather personally private and highly implying.