"So, you came to borrow a car from me?"
"Mm..."
Because he had drunkenly said he wanted to see the sea yesterday, I came to Ariel today to borrow a car.
Her family was wealthy, and they had prepared a car for her while she was still in college.
Ariel looked at me and sighed.
"My car has a manual transmission. Can you drive it?"
"My license is for manual cars."
"To see the sea... we'll have to take the highway. You can't see it from our city."
"Mm, I've had my license for two years, so it'll be fine."
"You've had it for two years, but that doesn't mean you've been driving for two years."
"It'll be fine."
"All right..."
Ariel handed me the car keys.
"Thank you."
"But let me say this first. He... really isn't a good man."
"Mm."
"Never mind. The car's downstairs from my dorm. Just go take it."
I took the keys and went downstairs to Ariel's dorm.
Then I saw the car she had mentioned.
"Huh?"
I froze for a moment.
It was completely different from what I had imagined.
I had thought that a car from Ariel's family would be some luxurious vehicle with a modern appearance and countless features...
But parked there was an old-fashioned, pitch-black sedan.
Its body lines weren't exaggerated, and it even looked a little retro.
Rather than the sharp designs popular today, it carried an elegance from a bygone era.
The paint had been kept in excellent condition, gleaming beneath the moonlight.
Though it looked like it had some years on it, it didn't feel worn-down at all.
Only after walking closer did I notice the emblem on the front.
"This..."
I didn't know much about cars, so I took out my phone, snapped a picture,