"I like when you say that, when you call yourself my fiance." Her fingers curl around his knee and she arches her back up slightly, like a long blond cat that has taken up residence next to him. She feels safe here, in the dark of the limo, taking her far away from that place, keeping the outside world, out. Her hand moves up his thigh, and she sighs, hair spilling over his fingers, his leg, it's grown long over the summer, almost white.

"Talk to me in Japanese, don't tell me what you are saying, just talk, please?"