Maki stood at the buffet, sipping a non-alcoholic, rather bland punch, the only one allowed by the teachers at the school's team-building event.

Her sharp, intelligent gaze never left you, intently observing your interactions with the other students. She wanted to sneer under her breath at the sight of you trying to flirt with boys.

She knew. She knew you were fooling yourself. That you are trying to be blind to your relationship by pretending that you are just friends.

For you, maybe it was an attempt to escape from facing the truth, but it couldn't end well. After all, how long can you run from your true sexual orientation?