Ugh, what a pain in the ass. What was she thinking, suggesting he buy her dinner? She'd envisioned some sort of scenario where he bought her sushi or filet mignon and the conversation was pleasant and he told her she looked totally hot tonight--but now, now she was starting to realize her delusion, that that was what other guys did. Not Naruto.
It must've been the good mood she was in after successfully hijacking Shikamaru's apartment and verbally sparring with Naruto. That was the only explanation for her generosity.
"If you were fifty percent off, girls might actually go for you," she grumbled, bristling at how casually he was accepting the brunt of her temper, because nobody had the right to take her lightly. Nobody. She flicked her long bangs back imperiously, turning to lock the door behind her with Shikamaru's single key. That she'd filched. She'd make a copy for him later or something.
"Not really." She held her ground, eyes narrowed. "Are you done being annoying yet? Let's get this over with." With that, she sniffed, lifting her chin, crossing her arms and tapping a strapped-in foot as if to say, Well? The only thing that might redeem him now was a nice car.
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