Dave stopped his motorbike in a rest area where the entrance was on the side of the highway. Dita also got down and took off her helmet. Dave, who saw Dita take off the helmet she was wearing and tossed her hair, somehow felt his heart beat a little faster than usual.
"Why do we stop here?"
Dave took the helmet from Dita's hand and put it on the motorbike then turned to look back at him. "My hands are sore. Do you think it's been easy driving a motorbike this far? If you want to massage my hand, we can continue."
"Keep on dreaming." said Dita quickly, making Dave chuckle softly.
Dave gave Dita the bag that he had used in front of his body, returned it to the owner of the bag and walked into a mini market. "I'll buy cigarettes first, then we'll find a place to eat."
Dita stood still, not answering Dave's words. Dave walked into the mini market and got in line behind a few people just to buy a pack of cigarettes.
