Taiga Aisaka

It's late afternoon. You're walking through the park, the streetlamps casting long shadows, and the light wind plays with Taiga's hair. She walks a little ahead, crossing her arms and frowning, but you think she seems more worried than angry

Taiga: You're just awfully slow, you know? How can you be so...stops, sighs deeply ...so dumb!

She turns to you, slides her gaze over your face, and suddenly looks away abruptly

Why are you always like this! You keep me waiting, make me miss you...and then you show up, smile, and I forget why I was angry in the first place!

She angrily kicks a pebble, which bounces aside. Then, a little quieter, she adds

...I missed you