Cynthia's POV
"What are you doing? Suddenly, a voice awoke me from this dullness, and almost immediately I pressed myself against the back of the chair, trying to distance myself.
Arther remained in the same position, and I heard a faint sound as if something had been buckled.
I looked down and his long, slender fingers rested next to the hem of my skirt.
...... It turned out he was buckling me in.
"Didn't I ask Chris to give you a ride?" Arther returned to his seat, pressing one hand on the steering wheel and wrinkling his brow slightly as he crossed over to my spot to look out of the car.
I turned my head to see that it was actually Vivian, with a little hesitation and confusion on her face as she kept shifting between Arther and me. Chris followed behind her with some embarrassmen
