Some people were complimented by taste, and others sight. People smiled when honoured. Others frowned at praise. Kouchisei was one of those, except when it came to comments on maturity he would take the warmth he'd been given and return it with a kind expression on his face.
He shunted over, keeping his legs shut and his ankles crossed beneath the bench. It was still lunchtime and she likely would not take up all of it. He could afford to be a little bit polite.
"Unexpected, I suppose."
The thought she would only be let down by love marriages entered his head and didn't leave it for a while. He knew it would happen. He'd seen her journal and the flippant attitude towards it. He also had work and a career to make. It was better to let one's parents decide.