It’s almost endearing, the way this man paces around the front lobby of the workshop, or sits with his shoes tapping on the concrete floor. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone so upset over a motorbike— but it’s cute, in a way.

Maybe people here just like their bikes? You’re new to Yokohama, looking for something new, so here you are as a mechanic’s receptionist.

“I normally fix it up myself, but the damage looks like something I can’t do myself.” He’d told you.