The man shook his head as he sighed.
'Eh, Whatever.. Looks like she's just a weird girl. I don't want to deal with her any longer.' The bearded man thought. From his personal experience, usually a pretty and fashionable girl was weird and annoying. They seemed to feel that they are princes who must be obeyed by all their wishes, never stop talking, and often nagging.
"How is it? Do you have it?" Emma asked again with a furrowed forehead when she saw the man was daydreaming in his work.
The man woke up from his daydream, then nodded while looking at the shelf in front of him. Then, he took two black helmets of almost the same model and brought them to Emma.
"Actually this is the least selling helmet in my shop. The model is average but it's expensive." He said.
Emma frowned, "Why is that? Is there anything special?"
"Of course. This helmet is very strong, using the standard of 2000cc class international motorcycle racing helmet. Even though the material is very thick and strong, you can still hear clearly when wearing this helmet and it also has air circulation holes that are specially designed so the rider face and head will not be hot." Obviously.
"Hem.. That's good too. But the model.. is too ordinary." Emma muttered. She also wondered why the helmet company made a product with very good quality but an ordinary model. As a fashionable person, Emma was disturbed by this.
The man nodded, "That's why these helmets don't have a good selling. Only a few people who wear helmets a lot on long trips usually buy them. As I said, the design is just like an ordinary helmet. When you wear this, you will seem to blend in with the other bike rider on the road." He laughed then shook his head slightly.
Wait.. Seems to blend with other people, huh? Wasn't that exactly what Emma wanted? Emma slapped herself on the forehead for her shopping habits.
She was always like that. Go to a store with the initial intention of buying one item, but ended up buying other stuff and some extra stuff that wasn't really needed. That's what she called Shopaholic.
"Bad habit." She mumbled softly, "Okay. I'll buy that one."
"Hmm? Didn't you say the design was too ordinary?" Asked the shopkeeper confusedly.
Then, he thought for a moment. If you look closely, it seemed that the girl didn't buy a helmet for her boyfriend, but herself. But the man shrugged his shoulders, "Okay I'll get a new one in the warehouse." He said before Emma could answer his earlier question.
"Thank you," Emma said.
The shopkeeper walked into a door behind the counter while Emma was still standing in front of the previous shelf. The girl took the display helmet she chose and tried to put it on.
Exactly as what the shopkeeper explained. The helmet was very comfortable to wear and the black glass didn't interfere with the view from the inside at all. Then, Emma stepped in front of a rather large mirror as tall as a grown man. She looked at her own reflection.
"Hmm.. This is.. good. It's amazing." She smiled.
Could be seen a reflection of a person standing in front of the mirror. Her face was completely invisible. Her hair that was rolled in, made her lose the physical features of her own gender. If it wasn't because of her lady's outfit, everyone would have a hard time figuring out that behind the black helmet was a girl.
Emma came out of the shop with a beaming face. It felt like this was the first time she didn't feel the slightest bit of regret after shopping for an item. Thanks to the gentleman shopkeeper who helped her choose the good stuff she needed. Unlike the clothes and cosmetics shopkeepers who were sweet-mouthed who often made Emma tempted to buy unimportant items.
"I've brought the helmet. Looks like I'm going to need a motorbike, right?" Emma muttered to herself.
Then she took out her cell phone to call Jonas. Yes, about buying a vehicle, she would leave it to the experienced man. Emma intended to buy a sportbike like Calvin and Troy's. She would need the two-wheeled vehicle at high speed to escape in case someone catches her one day. After all, it would be very strange to buy a helmet but didn't have the bike.
Emma must prepare all the weapons before going to the war. One wrong step could make her lose everything. Damn! How could she care about Roger so much?
Before Emma pressed the '5' button on the screen of her cellphone, her hand stopped in front of her chest when her eyes saw the figure of a girl walking with a middle-aged woman and stopped in front of a clothing store. They looked like they were going inside.
Emma immediately walked up to them with a warm smile that was already etched on her face, "Poppy!" she called.
The cute fair-skinned girl with cherry red lips turned her head and looked a little surprised, "Emma? H-hi.. You're here too?" she greeted.
Emma was already standing in front of Poppy and nodded, "I just finished buying things." She held up the large paper shopping bag in her hand.
"Oh? From that shop, huh? Did you buy a helmet? Do you like riding motorbikes?" Poppy saw the logo on the same bag as the biker accessories shop not far from where they were standing.
"Hmm? Oh.. not really," She quickly put her shopping bag back down. "I bought a helmet for my younger brother. He happens to like touring by motorbike. I can't ride a motorbike." She laughed awkwardly.
"Oh..." Poppy said. Then, she flinched slightly and glanced at the middle-aged woman who was standing quietly beside her, "Oh, right.. Mama, this is Emma, my ballet classmate at college." She said.
"Emma Hilland. Nice to meet you, Miss." Emma stuck out her hand with a friendly smile.
"Nice to meet you, too. I'm Christina, Poppy's mother. You are very beautiful." She answered with a compliment.
Poppy's beauty seemed to have passed down from her mother. That woman, although already reached her middle-aged, but her beauty did not seem to fade. She still looked youthful with her petite stature. Her skin was also still very healthy and nice. Most importantly, she had a charming friendly smile. Emma could tell her age only just by seeing her outfit style.
"Thank you, Miss. Do you want to go shopping?" Asked Emma.
The woman laughed lightly while waving her hand in front of her mouth "Eh.. It's not that. Actually, I want to go to the salon. But the clothes in this shop loos pretty. So we stopped for a while."
"Oh.. Haha.. I also have sharp eyes. Can't see pretty clothes." Emma laughed. For some reason, she was able to get along with senior people more quickly. Maybe it was because Emma had always been surrounded by old people who were her father's men.
"I can see it. All your clothes are very nice. It's only natural that you are very fashionable, Emma." Poppy said.
"Oh, Poppy. Instead of waiting for mama at the salon, why don't you go for a walk with Emma?" Her mother said.
Poppy immediately glanced at Emma with a confused face before turning back to her mother, "Looks like Emma is busy. I don't want to bother her." she chuckled uncomfortably, then whispered to her mother, "Don't decide that right away, Mom. I'm not that close to her."
"I still have a lot of free time. I don't mind and would love to walk with Poppy. Going out alone isn't much fun anyway." Emma said.
"Well.. That's right. Better to walk together with friends than all by yourself." The mother winked at Emma.
"Mama.." Poppy complained uncomfortably.
"If you're not that close, then you have to have some chat to get close. I like someone like this girl to be your friend." Whispered the mother. From the first look, she could already judge that Emma was a good girl from the upper class. The girl was also very polite and friendly. It would be great if Poppy were good friends with people like Emma.
At her mother's encouragement, Poppy finally agreed to go along with Emma. The two girls took Poppy's mother to the woman's salon before they spent time alone.