The black SUV purred softly as it rolled up to the front of the school, its tinted windows catching the pale morning light.
It was the sort of car that blended into city streets without calling attention, very unlike the sleek, alien-looking Gemera that usually turned heads wherever Izan drove it.
Today, though, the Gemera was resting in the garage, and the reason sat right there in the passenger seat, arms crossed, lips curved into a smirk that was too proud, even for her usual personality.
"You know," Hori said, breaking the quiet as Izan slowed toward the drop-off lane, "this is actually your fault."
Izan turned his head just slightly, one hand draped lazily on the wheel.
"My fault?" He arched an eyebrow, already amused at the direction this was taking.
"Yes," she declared confidently while staring at Izan like he had done something he shouldn't have done.
