บท 47: Chapter 47

Ken thought for sure her pondering and subtle staring would go unnoticed, especially since she did the latter from behind large, rhinestone-studded sunglasses. But after about an hour of driving with only the radio to fill the silence, Yuuki looked up from the phone that served as a portal to online research. Clearing her throat, “Something wrong?” said a somewhat scratchy voice.

It still sounded pretty. Definitely the kind of silvery sweet tone a person who made music for a living would want to have. Even though it didn’t match what Kenna remembered. The male version seemed just as pleasant on the ears.

“No, why?” she lied.

“You keep looking at me.” Dropping her gaze to the device, “Listen, uh, I told you I don’t have anything to say. You’re a nice girl, but I’m really not interested in—”