Besides, the muesli was wonderful. Miss Astrid had been wonderful. Miss Satomi had been beyond wonderful. But people like this weren’t supposed to be wonderful. Not to people like her. “Why are you being so nice to me?” “Why? Because you are Miss Satomi’s student.” Astrid glanced at Shizuka, then back at the girl. “And she’s been searching a very long time for you.”
This seems sad and manipulative
