"I'm a Charger, that charges through the night, like an orange bolt of lightning passing everything in sigh…" a certain 80's TV show about a family of rednecks and their Dodge Charger's opening song spread through the American-style kitchen in the warm, sun-lit apartment.
The cheerful, catchy song came from the laptop on the dinner table, and the user, a gorgeous raven-haired lady, hummed along to the song as she typed away.
"You love that song, but you haven't watched the show, right, Rei-chan?" Came the voice of the violet-eyed beauty's lover from the stove.
"Hm?" Those violet eyes peered at the odango-styled blonde from above the edg