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Despite all reason, Makoto swears she can smell the woman’s perfume, even from across the bar: sweet and floral, with a sharp citrus edge. Sharp, like the smirk she’s shooting in Makoto’s direction, and— shit, she’s been caught staring.
She redirects her eyes down, remembers the drink in her hands, and downs it without a second thought. She forces herself to concentrate back on the increasingly rowdy billiards game, but finds her eyes drifting back to the figure off in the corner and realises, with horror, that she recognises her.
It’s Ann Takamaki, from the year below her in high school. She’s been ogling Takamaki.
Or: Dragged out for a night of drinking, Makoto finds herself drawn to an old acquaintance.