The drive to Honda Manor was quiet yet awkward as Tiara continuously stared out the window as the scenery passed by in an almost blur of greens and greys. She was unsure of how far away her temporary home would be but she knew it probably reeked of the rich, the other nine percent that did not seem to have a care in the world. She looked over taking note that Mitsuo was talking on his cell phone with business partners but she did become curious as to why he had done everything he could to avoid eye contact with her.
“So err…Mr. Honda?”
“Tiara, please call me Mitsuo, There is no need to be so formal.”
“Oh um, err…Mitsuo,” Tiara blushed as the name rolled lightly off her tongue like she was meant to say it. “Are