She hums quietly to herself, before shaking her head. "No, it really doesn't. I suppose it has something to with the fact that she likes things he doesn't, but why date her then?" Or why was she dating him? It was so strange and confusing. "Or why not just talk to her and the both of them find things that they can do together? Compromise."

But then again, what did Aya really know about dating? She was in a coma for two years and missed the later part of high school where things like that tended to happen. Now that she was awake, she spent most of her time trying to finish school and help run the flower shop. She didn't really have many friends her own age - the only one she had been close to, Sakura, had recently left Tokyo for school in Paris. She had no idea where her brother was, although she suspected he was, at least, still alive.