[ It's uncanny how much the boy in the music room looks like her, so it's without surprise that Naoto fumbles all over any attempt at a response. ]
I, um.
[ It doesn't help that he also knows her name (everyone in town knows her name, but this isn't Inaba, and it's still startling when she hears "Naoto" or "detective prince" whispered in passing). She takes a step or two back from the window to give herself space (and to get a better look at him). ]
Yes. [ Eloquence at its finest. ] I mean, ah, yes, I'm Naoto. Have we met?
[action] wait not 1/2 i changed my mind
I, um.
[ It doesn't help that he also knows her name (everyone in town knows her name, but this isn't Inaba, and it's still startling when she hears "Naoto" or "detective prince" whispered in passing). She takes a step or two back from the window to give herself space (and to get a better look at him). ]
Yes. [ Eloquence at its finest. ] I mean, ah, yes, I'm Naoto. Have we met?