Kyouko slid into the driver's seat, setting her purse down neatly.
She turned the key.
Click. Click.
Nothing.
She tried again.
Still nothing.
She sighed, her shoulders relaxing rather than tensing.
"Figures…"
She glanced at the dashboard, then stepped out of the car with quiet grace.
Maybe I should just take a taxi.
She reached for her phone and called the one person who would answer immediately.
Ring. Ring.
"Hello?"
"Kenji…"
"Yes, Nee-san?"
"My car broke down."
"Where?"
"At the hospital parking."
"Ah." A beat of silence, then his voice softened. "Don't worry. I'll send someone right away."
"Thank you."
"Where are you going, by the way?"
Kyouko paused a moment before answering gently.
"I just want to go home a bit."
"I want to drive you," Kenji said quickly, voice firm, "but Father sent me to check the company branch here. If you can wait a bit, I'll call him first—"
Kyouko smiled softly, interrupting before he could continue.
"Don't worry, Kenji."
