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Nakajima driving wasn’t so rare, it just appeared to be less recurrent than him juggling with his cellphones, emails and phonecalls on the backseat in one of his company cars. Whenever he needed some privacy or whenever he wanted to visit places he wasn’t supposed to, the heir prefered to use his personal car. Black, tinted windows, perfectly clean leather seats inside, the smell of his cologne here and there : typically what people would expect from him. The atmosphere of the day was a soothing one, the blue of the sky was bright, perfect to take the sea. One of the windows was open and so, as the car was running down the road approaching the harbour area, the fresh air of the surroundings was caressing their hair and skins. In the trunk, they placed a basket of a few things that could be useful for their evening, in case they get hungry or cold when the night would fall. The heir was still wearing his casual attire from earlier : a white polo shirt, beige pants, boat moccasins, shades. One of his hands remained on the wheel made of leather while the other one traveled to Koharu’s thigh. His fingertips and then the palm of his hand resting on it, while his eyes were still focused on the road. “Do you remember how this boat was nameless?” He started on his usual calm tone and that hint of nostalgia he always had whenever he was mentionning the past. “As it was one of the rare presents Father gave me, I kept insisting on how I wanted a special name for it. Sadly, the inspiration never came. You’ll see, major improvements have been made since then but hm, I still couldn’t find a name.” He spoke, his fingertips drawing lines along her inner thigh, caressing, his other hand handling the wheel. “I kind of gave up but now I’m thinking, perhaps I’ll get to name it with you someday?” He then added, glancing to the side to smile at her.
