[Makoto remembered this awkwardness well. When they first got together she felt so helpless to even make a dent in the barrier that Futaba had created for herself. The rift was so wide, so desperate. Even with the advantage of foreknowledge she knew that she was going to have her work cut out for her.]
[So, instated, she's going to take a booth that was facing her. Trying her best not to make more of a scene, she pulls out a cell phone and... pretends to work on it. She glances out the door occasionally but mostly she waits for Futaba to make a first move.]
[There was a Plan B, but for now she wanted the conversation to be more on Futaba's time.]
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[So, instated, she's going to take a booth that was facing her. Trying her best not to make more of a scene, she pulls out a cell phone and... pretends to work on it. She glances out the door occasionally but mostly she waits for Futaba to make a first move.]
[There was a Plan B, but for now she wanted the conversation to be more on Futaba's time.]