"So what do you think?"
Still blindfolded and about twenty minutes into the drive back home, Shin finally asked me. I was still recovering from my selfish emotional breakdown, and dreadful guilt but also a hint of relief at the forgiveness the boy has granted me.
"I think he's got a big heart."
What more could I say about a boy who showed more maturity than me?
"He does."
"And he's very smart."
"I told you so."
"If you know this all already, why do you even ask? What are you expecting me to say?"
"Something unexpected."
"I hate your stupid mind games."
Shin chuckled and I heard a sound of rustle, and tick tick click of a lighter that seemed to refuse giving him fire.
"Don't do that."
"Not even in my own car?"
"I hate it."
"Miho likes it."
"Does she smoke?"
