I smiled at him for trying to be polite. But somehow Kanda and polite didn’t seem to fit in a same sentence, no matter how nice that might have been. I changed my sitting position and said, “It’s alright.”

“Whatever.” He grumbled and gripped harder on the steering wheel.

And when a tune of a ballad poured from the speakers, even Kanda’s lips twitched upwards a little. The ever-so-nostalgic tears in heaven drowned the sound of the traffic and had it been anyone but Kanda with me in the car, I would have definitely sung along. He might have thrown me out of his car in the middle of a street if I had done that.

“Stupid song…” Kanda muttered, although I could see a glitter of happiness in his eyes, “Makes you want to sing along.”