That inexplicable premonition made Amuro Tooru increasingly desperate to leave.
He walked over to the three of them and interrupted, "Is this motorhome yours?"
"Ah, yes!" The long-haired woman finally remembered the phone call from earlier and hurried toward the motorhome. "I'm so sorry, we thought nobody would be coming down this road—don't worry, I'll move it right away... Ah!"
As she drew closer, she abruptly noticed that something seemed very wrong behind the motorhome.
—Behind it was a small Beetle with its hood smashed to pieces, debris scattered across the ground. Farther ahead, in the grass beside the road, was a Mazda with its rear end wrecked.
It looked like there had actually been a car accident here.
The three of them looked around. The long-haired woman vaguely guessed what had happened. "Could it be because we parked our car here... that you got into an accident?"
"Hey! You can't put it like that." The blond-haired man hurriedly cut off his girlfriend. He glared at Amuro Tooru. "It was definitely wrong of us to park in the middle of the road, but this isn't some bend in the road—look, it's a perfectly straight stretch! If you managed to rear-end someone under these conditions, that's definitely your own problem!"
Beside him, the stylish short-haired woman laughed and said, "Don't dodge responsibility. If it's our fault, we should own up to it!"
As she spoke, she patted the long-haired woman beside her. "Besides, Miss Haruka is so rich. What's the big deal about paying for two cars? She can just compensate them."
The long-haired woman hesitated. "That seems a little..."
"You don't need to pay. I have insurance." Amuro Tooru finally managed to get a word in. He pointed at the motorhome. "More importantly, the tow truck I called won't arrive