Chapter Sixty-Three

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The next afternoon you found yourself in the front seat of Yaku's car as the two of you drove outside of Tokyo. The day was really nice so you both had your windows down as well as the top of his car was off. You weren't sure how much money his mom had paid for the car but you knew it wasn't cheap. During the summers you and Kayo took this thing everywhere you went, your favourite was when she would drive you both down to the lake and you guys would waste the day hanging out there.

But everything about driving with Yaku was entirely different than driving with Kayo somehow. They were both such fun moments but in different ways. Yaku had given you control of the aux and you decided on one of your more upbeat playlists. The wind was in your face blowing your hair in every direction, there was no doubt that it was going to need some major fixing before your interview but you didn't really care. 

Yaku had a loose yet still comforting hold on your hand with his hand closest to you, his other firmly on the wheel. You were really enjoying this moment, but all you could think about was how excited you were to be entering summer with this new relationship. There were going to be so many more drives just like this. 

The two of you hadn't stopped talking since he picked you up. It was mostly whatever random topic came up but once in a while Yaku would pause the conversation to poke fun at some old song you had in your playlist. 

As the two of you left Tokyo and got a little closer to your destination he began to quiz you on interview questions, giving a little advice here and there. Despite not having a job Yaku was really good with wording things and difficult questions. You appreciated his help but it did prove to make you more nervous than you had been before. 

You hadn't known quite what to expect about the location but the town that the two of you had arrived at was tiny. It looked like it might house only a couple thousand people at most, you had no idea a place like this was so close to Tokyo. Yaku pulled into a small parking lot, with plenty of empty parking spaces. This was quite a treat compared to finding parking within the city, not that you ever had to worry about that since you didn't have your license. 

Yaku was the first to hop out and you followed his lead before he could make it around the car to open your door for you, which you knew he had been planning to do.

"Are you ready?" he asked as he locked up the car. 

"More nervous than I'd like to be." you answered honestly.

"That's probably a good thing. Being nervous means you care about it, and the last thing you want to do is go into an interview not caring about the result." he replied with a little shrug as the two of you started walking down the sidewalk. The art shop where you were having your interview was just down the street. 

"I've never really thought about it that way. It still doesn't make me feel any better though." you said with a little chuckle. 

"You'll do great sweetheart. He already saw your work and that speaks for itself, he picked you out for this position for a reason. This part is just for formality, nothing to be worried about." Yaku responded in an attempt to make you feel a little better.

You wondered if he had any idea that your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when he used the word 'sweetheart'. You were a little too flustered by it to even tease him. But you gave him a smile to let him know that you liked it.

When you found the little art shop you took a minute to fix your hair and smooth out your clothes. You had decided on a white shirt with little ruffles in the sleeves as well as the flower skirt Yaku had bought for you. You figured that it was best to choose an outfit that both had a hint of professionalism as well as showed off your creativity the same way the suit that the man had been wearing at the art gallery did. Plus it was completely worth it to see the happy expression Yaku had given you when he noticed what you were wearing.

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