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quickly, her right hand reached for the bag - made in pure, dark leather, to open it in a flash and search for the wallet. quite simple gesture and procedure, now that she was sitting on some old, creaking wooden bench of that same area, just near Iwatodai Station. no hesitation, gaze focused; as if on a vital, secret mission to accomplish that very instant; her expression relaxed when she finally found what she was looking for. the wallet wasn’t light, in weight - yet not way too heavy at the same time. masterfully, she opened it, inserted a small, colorful plastic card in its rightful holder and let it all go, back inside the bag.
only then, the girl could finally take a long, deep and relaxing breath -- anything at all - truth be told, to calm down after that way too embarrassing show ! oh, it hadn’t been her fault. how could she have possibly known the famous takoyaki stand of the city, there, did not accept credit cards ? that was pure madness ! to think Port Island itself was crowded of tourists and outsiders for a great amount of time, each year ! it was absolutely not acceptable. plus, the small place was not traditional in any possible way, look or menu -- nor too old to be considered antiquated. what a shame ! it would have been a miracle if her cheeks hadn’t reddened up, when in front of the kind, yet nonsense, refusal of the shopkeeper to use Mitsuru’s personal credit card.
hazel eyes travelled, from the steamy food sitting on her lap inside the appripriate, paper container, to her companion that afternoon. he must have noticed something -- right ? she had made a fool of herself right in front of their leader ! she had to explain, or at least try to.
« Ah ! Wasn’t it incredible ? No credit cards... It’s their choice, but it could have just been my-- my own force of habit, having the best of me. »
