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

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

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