"Kiki, where is your motorbike key?!" The man with the studded jeans made a curt face. Kiki, whose focus was occupied by Thomas' odd behavior, finally managed to get distracted.
Sasono's question about the key pushed Kiki's steps to rush into her house. The flutter of thick black hair made a thug's mouth grumble in annoyance.
"Here!" Kiki's fierce voice managed to convey Sasono's expression of dislike for Thomas's existence.
Kiki walked closer to her motorbike, wanting to say goodbye to the red one. She put the key in the hole belonging to her beloved motorbike.
A lot of memories were made with the red bike, and Kiki bought it with great struggle – paying its debt over the years. She turned it on one last time.
