"What kind of sour face do you have instead of a face?," while the girl's head was turned to the ground, Owen put his fingers on the top of her head in order to draw all her attention to himself. And after making sure that she was looking at him, his fingers hid in the pockets of his pants again. The cyclist sighed noisily, and then spat out the gum, hitting directly into the trash.

"Besides whining, do you know anything else?," the question sounded with a bit of irony.