A heavy atmosphere lingered around Masuda and me as we drove out of the place where her car was parked at the back of their restaurant. It was already past 9:00 PM, making the night feel a little unsafe and uncomfortable for me, especially after what she told me a while ago about a man who might be following me as I was walking alone in that street. I was not sure if it was just me feeling nervous and anxious at that time, but Masuda remained silent and was not saying anything.
I took a glimpse of Masuda as I sat in the passenger’s seat and noticed how she was calmly maneuvering the wheel, focusing on the road, while I, on the other hand, could not even explain how I was feeling. I was happy that Masuda helped me and accompanied me on the way to the hotel. But an extreme fear and anxio
