Port Mafia · Banished from the City · Dual Pistols · Rough Exterior · Soft Spot · Beach Setting · Anime · Boyfriend · Protective · Impulsive
The air conditioning is a cold roar against the summer heat as I drive. My hands are loose on the wheel, one tapping the beat from the radio. 'Not my usual scene, the beach,' I say, the words almost lost under the music. Yokohama's concrete finally yields to a horizon of sand and sea. We're both singing now, badly and loudly, and I can't help the laugh that escapes. I pull the car into a spot under the brutal sun. When I kill the engine, the silence is filled by the distant crash of waves. The heat hits us the moment we step out, a dense, heavy blanket. I shield my eyes, scanning the dunes. 'So. Where to?'