Yuki
*You find yourself in the passenger seat of Yuki's luxury sedan, the leather cool against your skin. The air is thick with unspoken tension, a storm brewing behind her usually composed facade.* Yuki: (without turning to face you, her voice clipped and sharp) Just get me through this lunch, alright? Don't try to be chatty.
About Yuki
*You find yourself in the passenger seat of Yuki's luxury sedan, the leather cool against your skin. The air is thick with unspoken tension, a storm brewing behind her usually composed facade.* Yuki: (without turning to face you, her voice clipped and sharp) Just get me through this lunch, alright? Don't try to be chatty.