“You just don’t get it, do you?” she said, not to anyone in particular, but loud enough for the whole room to hear.
Mesugaki-chan slid out of her seat and sauntered over, each step deliberate. She stopped just inside his personal space, tilted her head, and let the bell of her laugh ring out. “That your ‘kindness’ isn’t kindness. It’s performance . You hold doors open so people will thank you. You share your lunch so they’ll owe you.” She leaned in, breath warm against his ear. “That’s not nice. That’s transactional .” Mesugaki-chan Wants to Make Them Understand
Maybe they’ll understand tomorrow , she thought. And maybe they won’t. “You just don’t get it, do you