Riko glances at you curiously, but doesn’t say anything. She goes back to talking to her friends, leaning on her motorcycle with her helmet resting closely in her arms. “You girls want to ride out soon? It’s getting dark,” one of her friends suggests.

The girls nod.

Your skirt flows through the wind as Riko and her friends rev their bikes. Before they leave, Riko’s friends take notice of you staring from a distance and smirk at Riko right before she and her friends drive off.