(Arata)
Pride was what I felt when I thought about Karsten after he decided to donate to my mom's charity. He could have just taken it freely but he was a man of principles and paid way more than the worth of the cotton.
I decided to call Mom, once I would get home.
I arrived down at the parking lot and Caysir was waiting for me with his evergreen smile. It seemed to remain permanently etched on his face.
Quickly he opened the door for me and helped me settle in.
"Thank you!" I gave a polite nod.
"Shall we?" He inquired once he had settled in the driving seat.
"Yes!"
He started the engine and smoothly drove us out of the underground parking lot.
"I took a quick sweep of thee area, in case anyone suspicious was lurking but found no one. Don't worry, Miss Arata, you are safe with me," Caysir spoke but didn't glance at me through the rearview mirror, his eyes remained focused on the road ahead.
