The advantage of sparse population is that the roads are wide. Driving in broad daylight feels like the early hours in a city, as if Aozawa has taken over the entire highway.
Snowflakes hit the windshield, Aozawa floors the accelerator, not easing up at all. The anti-skid tires handle the icy road quite steadily, with only occasional minor jolts.
He checks the navigation on his phone. There are 637km to Juneau from here.
The scenery outside is desolate, the earth covered by the falling snowflakes, concealing even the lush pine trees beneath.
Arakawa Reina looks out the window, her exhaled breath seems to turn into mist over the glass surface. The intermittent vibrations make her feel her chest tremble, much like placing a water-filled balloon in front of the steering wheel.
Each slight vibration triggers a chain reaction.
Arakawa Reina can't help but sneak a glance to the side, hoping to catch the other person's gaze shifting away.
