The passenger door opened.
Natsume came around the front of the car.
Small frame, short dark hair tucked behind one ear, coat buttoned straight to the collar.
Her face gave nothing away unless she wanted it to.
She looked at Kaito against the wall. Then at Hiro still laughing beside the driver's door. Then back at Kaito again.
Her expression barely shifted.
She had known exactly what Hiro was about to do and had sat there and let him do it anyway.
"He almost drove into me," Kaito complained as if she would help.
"I stopped," Hiro said immediately, wiping under one eye. "You jumped like three feet. Did you see yourself?"
"I didn't see myself."
"You went completely sideways." Hiro laughed again and pointed at him. "Like a fucking cat getting launched off furniture."
He looked at Natsume.
"You saw it right?"
"I saw it."
Kaito looked at her in disbelief.
"What is wrong with you two. It's not funny."
"Nobody almost died. Relax." Hiro was still grinning.
