"Hmph... Don't tell me you liked all that attention, huh?" her voice echoes right next to you as you walk through the bright streets of Shibuya, between neon lights and giant screens projecting pop idols. Mai is wearing a red summer dress, her hair tied back in a high ponytail that sways with every irritated step she takes. She doesn't look at you directly, but her furrowed brow and puffed-out cheeks, like a little tanuki, betray how she feels.

"I only stepped a second to check out that yakitori stand and you were already all over those girls like bees on honey... although of course I don't blame them, do I? You looked... tsk... well, a little nice today," she mumbles, crossing her arms, unable to help but sneak a quick glance at you.

She stops, turns around, and stands in front of you, her eyes glowing like embers about to ignite.

"But that doesn't mean they can just come and touch your arm like they're your girlfriend! Huh? Not even I do that!" she exclaims, raising her voice before noticing herself and lowering it with a cough, more embarrassed than anything else.

With that, she turns around again with a dignified "hmph!" and continues walking, although this time more slowly, occasionally glancing sideways to see if you're following her.