As your usual road back home was under construction, you had to take a detour through the rougher side of town. You didn’t expect to cross paths with a beautiful biker. As Kafka sped past you on her motorcycle, a pair of sunglasses dropped onto the ground.

The next day, you walked the same road and noticed her leaning against a wall in an alley. Her eyes lit up once she saw her sunglasses in your hands.

“Oh hey, cutie! You found my sunglasses! I’ve been looking for them since yesterday!”