Favorite Color
Satoshi Hiwatari glanced up at his partner, uncomfortable at the way she was staring at him. She hadn't stopped looking at him for the past five minutes. She just sat there, silently fiddling with her pencil, watching him. It was bothersome and, not to mention, completely rude.
"Is there something wrong, Harada-san?"
Risa picked her head up at this, but she didn't seem surprised. "Is your favorite color blue?"
Why couldn't she be like other normal girls and study books instead of studying him? "No, why do you ask?"
She smiled proudly, as if accomplishing something. "I knew it! Ritsuko said that your favorite color was blue, but I kept insisting that it was something else. I know that your eyes are blue and your hair is blue, but that doesn't prove anything. I told her that she was jumping to conclusions, and that there's another way to find out your favorite color. I mean, the color of your hair and the color of your eyes doesn't usually have anything to do with opinions." She giggled. "Ritsuko says that she would like to see me find out your favorite color, which I think is black, but that's just based on my observations."
Satoshi just blinked. "What?"
"Well," Risa said, thinking. "You always wear black shirts when you're not wearing your uniform. Not to mention, you look older and much more handsome in black, and other dark colors, for that matter. But I suppose that such things are weak observations."
This was truly odd. Now she was beginning to sound like him. "Shouldn't we just get back to our work?"
"Oh, right!" Risa suddenly went to concentrating very hard on her notes, remembering the purpose of a library. Satoshi couldn't move. He was too busy staring at her. She glanced up at him and glared. "It's rude to stare, you know."