Mao almost forgets the true Yuka, the way she lathered on that sweet, buttery voice. But then she saw she was then threatening Jared that she would catch him if he were to try to run away, and she suddenly remembered then the situation they were really in. With a gulp, Mao silently nods in answer to Yuka who was trying to confirm her order, and ran her fingers through her black hair nervously. Her eyes hesitantly watched as Jared walked out, hoping he would return like he said he would. Not only was she worried for his safety if he didn't, but also if he didn't, Mao would feel quite upset in the fact that she would think he didn't want anything to do with her anymore.
Mao wasn't even sure what to think. They agreed they were friends, but was it true? Everything seemed to be going by so fast! As the bell attached to the cafe's door chimes out, her eyes quickly dart over to see Jared walking back in with his somewhat sandy shirt now on. A sigh of relief escapes her lips.