Literature
I Know, You Know -CHAP.16--DN-
The drive to Osaka wasn’t exactly what you’d call comfortable. L wasn’t a great conversationalist at the best of times, but car drives really seem to be out of his comfort zone and he always clams up even more. And on top of the half-hour awkward silence, I was still freaking out over how this whole thing was going to work.
I was positive that somebody would either find out what we were up to or that something highly embarrassing would happen. The latter sounded a lot more likely, but hell, knowing my luck, I’d probably end up with both.
I’d never been so grateful to see the house that I’d grown
