(Two years later)

    Kiyomi laughs softly, leaning her back deeper into the sofa cushion while sitting criss-cross. Her forest, green eyes lock onto the comedy show playing loudly on the TV screen. She tilts her head to the side like a child as she chuckles to herself. 
    Suddenly, a loud banging sound goes off, making her jump. She reaches to her left and grabs the remote hidden behind the chair arm. She looks toward the front door as her adopted brother makes his way into the living room. 
    "Everything alright?" She asks, concern lingering in her voice. Grayson nods his head in response and takes a seat beside her. He takes in a breath, taking off his cap and running his fingers through his black hair. 
    "Yeah, nothing like the heat and getting that ruined van running," she raises an eyebrow. 
    "You got it working?" She exclaims and jumps off the sofa in excitement. 
    "Kiyomi, don't get too hyper," she playfully sticks her tongue out at him, before speeding through the opened front door and into the front yard. 

    Kiyomi covers her eyes with her right hand as sunlight hits her frame. She blinks, her eye sight adjusting to the bright environment. She races up to a rusty van parked sideways in the driveway. She gasps in joy while Grayson quickly catches up to her. 
    "Well, what do you think? It's not much, but it's all I could afford," he asks, fishing out car keys from his jean's pocket....