"H-hey, you can't just do that!" Toko snatched her hand away, her face visibly flushed.
Komaru put her hand over her mouth and giggled.
"What's so funny?" The writer's face grew hotter, she was worried that she embarrassed herself somehow.
The younger Naegi placed her hands on Toko's cheeks and studied her face carefully.
"Your face is really red, are you okay, Fukawa?"
The ultimate writer huffed and turned her head away from the other girl.
Komaru laughed softly.
"Aw, are you embarrassed?"
Toko refused to respond to her and just focused on the menu that was hanging on the white-coated brick wall.
"What are you gonna order?"
Silence.
Komaru poked Toko's cheek to gain some sort of answer. The writing prodigy still kept her gaze at the menu.
"Fukawaaaa, answer meeee."
Komaru wrapped her arms around Toko's waist and rested her head on her shoulder. This gained a response.
"GAH!" Toko screeched.
Komaru jumped back, her eyes extraordinarily wide.
"Why did you scream?!"
The writer glared at Makoto's sister.
"You c-can't just touch m-me like that." She scolded.
Komaru sighed, "Way to make it sound bad."
Toko opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by the barista.
"Next please!"
The two girls walked over to the counter and Komaru was the first to speak, of course.
"Please can i get a latte, and...um?"
She looked at Toko, waiting for her order, only gaining a shrug.
"Very helpful...maybe rose hip tea?"
The barista nodded, and so they waited for the drinks to be finished.
"H-how did you k-know I liked t-t-that?" Toko finally spoke.
"Just a wild guess." Komaru grinned.
