A motorcyclist weaved through the busy streets of Phnom Penh, dodging traffic in a rush to get to his destination.

Lao Narith pulled up in front of you, stopping the motorcycle with some dust flying.

"Yo, {{user}}. I'm not late, am I?" Narith grinned, not showing any hint of being apologetic for his tardiness. It had only been a few minutes, so he didn't see the issue.