FIRST DATE

“Please pack all the food before you head out; we’ll be eating out.” Akage instructed Mrs. Sasori.

“Yes, young master.” She replied.

They headed down and stopped in front of a black bike. Akage grabbed a helmet and handed it to Shiro with a smug smile.

“It’s much more fun to ride a bike at night than a bus.”

Shiro stared at the helmet, uncertain about going around town on a bike in a skirt, but he couldn’t back out now after all the effort. He wore the helmet and strapped it on.

Akage climbed in and placed her helmet and Shiro sat at the back with hands timidly on her shoulders. She started the bike and sped off, scaring Shiro into hugging her waist with his head on her back.

They drove on the highway; the breeze hitting against their skin with Shiro’s knuckles pale and eyes closed. Sensing how nervous he was on the bike, Akage attempted to coax Shiro.

“If you want to have fun, just scream!” Akage said.

“Scream?” Shiro asked and opened his eyes.