Picking up Misaki
The bus ride wasn't that long but it gave me time to think about what I was going to say to Misaki or her parents if it came to a point where I had to convince them to let her go with me.
That sweet, innocent girl, going out on a Sunday with a boy, alone. There was no doubt that they wouldn't be pleased to hear it.
They were so overprotective of her that they had her homeschooled from grade school to middle school. Now that they allowed her to go to school during high school, she immediately got involved with a boy. And here we are.
When the bus stopped at the designated area, I took a deep breath before walking down the aisle and stepping out into the afternoon sun.
The neighborhood was quiet, the only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the distant chirp of a bird. This was one of those with only rich residents but not located in a subdivision like the Ichihara.
I checked the address again before walking down the tree-lined street to the house where Misaki lived.