User:The Koromo/FS Chapter 15

Koromo closed her eyes, encompassed by the repetitive, rhythmic pattern of the harsh rain outside and the faint, low-volume song that Makoto was playing. Despite how low it was being played, Koromo could hear it faintly still; it was country. Jesus, he loved country music. She had not heard him listening to anything other than it ever since the first time she stepped in his car, or listened to his iPod (with his discretion, of course - Makoto was very strict about other people using his belongings).

He reminded her, and plenty other people of that, far too often and Koromo sometimes wanted to make a friendly teasing remark in response, which she always saved a moment uncharacteristic of her for ("Why is that, Makoto? Are you too frightened someone will find any of your Playboy magazines?")