Airport Arrivals (Kas/Joe)

. . . The doors would unlock. The window was already rolled down. The woman sat in the driver seat her own attire consisting of a full black suit, her shirt a baby blue with white vertical pin stripes. She held an expression of boredom, as if she didn't want to be there.

Four doors. That was the rule of the agency. She had taken and registered most, if not all of Sato's personal vehicles for her personal use, and she would remove the markings when she had parked them. She did her jobs, her duties of picking up and dropping off supplies. Having the car unloaded an empty, she found herself listening to an app to pick up someone at the airport.

"Yup, for Joe. This is Kana." she would tell him. The car she drove was a dark charcoal gray, while the wheels were painted bronze. It was new, fresh, and stock . . . for the most part. It was something she picked up, mainly as spare parts to use for the other cars. Nissan's R34 GTT model. It did like the drivetrain she was used to, but it house a strange low sounding exhaust, something that seemed to bellow. She remained in her seat, looking over to the one that had called for her pick up. Did he need the trunk opened? "You can throw your stuff in the back, if you don't wanna put it in the trunk." she would say to him, all the while, her left hand held onto the knob that connected directly to the transmission. A short black knob with cherry blossoms painted, engraved to the sides of it. The top of the shape more of an oval, rather than a perfect circle. It was fitted to her hand, and was always what replaced the knobs in the other vehicles. It was her own personal piece.

"You can call me Kas," she would tell him. Her phone was fixed to a mount of the dashboard. She would tap it to show the route to take, as well as the destination. ". . . Oh, Yuuei. So you must be a new student." She smiled, this day was getting far too interesting.

Cars. They weren't her obsession, yet she found herself memorizing all of their codes and names. "Well not all Uber drivers wear suits while on the job." she spoke it, and it wasn't false. She was much more over dressed than most of the other drivers. And with time to kill, such a job made her curious. As he got into the car, she would listen to his head hit the side of it, before sitting down within it. As he would take his seat, he would begin to close his eyes. Perhaps he wasn't the talking type.

"Well Uber tracks my position, so even if I wanted to, we'd have to go to the school first." she said it, it being the absolute truth. There was no way around it. It would force her rating down to take longer to arrive to the destination. Even if she wanted the cash, she needed to arrive there, or there was no point to ever using the app to get a job again.

"We can head to the school, and I can show you to your dorm, then we can walk from there." she said to him. She reached over to the radio between them. "Mind if I play some music? Or would you prefer a quiet drive?" And as she said that, she would begin to drive off, slowly away from the airport. She would begin to make her way behind cars, waiting in the traffic.

But he would have no idea of the adventure that was about to unfold.