OK, get this. It's a story about not being embarrassed to say when you "like" something.
Great. Listen. There's this girl, right? Walks home with her friend every day. First page, boom! The friend has a boyfriend, daily walks are done.
Yeah. But this first girl, she doesn't seem sad or anything, just wishes them well. Real genuine and shit.
Right. Except on page 2, there's this one panel where it's a shot of the new couple talking happily. And then next panel, zoom back to girl A, who was watching them from afar with a blank expression. Unreadable.
> Mysterious. OK, and then?
Yeah. So then some shit happens and whatever, some dialog, enough to establish that the story is about "liking".
> Sure. I mean, you just skipped the main part of the story, but --
Now, last page. Right at the end, OK? The girl just made a speech about how she used to be so embarrassed to say when she liked something, and how that sucks or whatever. She's kinda making a big deal out of it. But the person she was talking to was just talking about favorite colors, some unimportant shit, so why is she all worked up about liking? But this is it, end of the story, time to tie it all together. So right at the end, last two panels, the camera zooms in on --
> On the face of the person she secretly likes, right?
NO YOU IDIOT ON SOMEONE COMPLETELY UNRELATED