I silently watched the view outside from the window of the car as we were on our way to the nearest fast-food in the university, which was a few minutes away. Despite the hot weather, there were still a lot of people walking down the streets, mostly students and employees.
“Where do you want to eat after we ordered food?” Nishimoto suddenly asked, breaking the silence. I turned at him then back at the window before responding.
“I don’t know. Where do you prefer?” I weakly said. As time went by, I was starting to have trouble speaking because of losing too much strength and the physical pain I was feeling.
I honestly wanted to close my eyes even for a bit to ease the pain in my head, but I did not want Nishimoto to think that I was being impolite by letting him drive while I was
