“You know, I really can’t stand them sometimes.”

The twilight overhead was warm and inviting in spite of its darkness. Tenten sat with her elbows on her knees, the two of you isolated from the other women within the group. Their soft conversations were quiet, but nonetheless audible.

“When they talk about their boyfriends, I mean,” Tenten continued when you failed to offer an adequate and timely response, a deep sigh falling from her lips as she leaned over the Enogawa. “I just don’t understand it! I could never date a boy.”