Sakura went through the next day in a daze. She'd been . . . kissed. Kissed! Her! By a handsome, dashing stranger. It was like a fairytale -- she only wished she could tell Tomoyo.
The thought of her best friend dampened her mood. Tomoyo had mad her fighting costumes, had recorded her battles, but Sakura had been too stupid and flattered to make her stop -- too young and naieve to tell Tomoyo "Go home. Go to bed. Go be safe for tomorrow." Instead, she had allowed the girl to tag along in dangerous situations, putting herself in danger.
They had both been stupid.
"Tomoyo," she whispered, tears in her eyes. There was the bell. She had to get to class.