After a short three-minute drive, we reached the turnoff for the motorcycle dealership. I didn’t miss it.
Irene who saw that had a smug look on her face.
‘So you do want me to do whatever I want to you. How honest of you~’ With her right index finger on her lower lip, she transmitted those words to me through her eyes when I glanced her way.
‘I just don’t want to somehow end up late.’ I signaled to her with an eye roll.
‘Sure, sure. I totally~ believe you~’ She conveyed back to me when she tilted her head to one side with one eye closed, the other half open, and a wide smile on her face.
With how intimate we were, we could convey a lot to each other through simple little gestures and our eyes. It wasn’t just with Irene though, it was the same with Rosa and Alicia. I also worked together with those two every other day during the week and the three of us had now lived together for over three months.
In the rear-view mirror, the two of them were having their own wordless conversation.
As for my interpretation of their own unspoken interaction, it was simply, ‘There’s something up with them.’
Alicia nodded back to Rosa in agreement.
Well, since I’d arrived at my destination, I made a run for it before I could be interrogated.
I parked up outside the entrance, quickly handed the keys over to Irene, popped the trunk, and dipped on her before they could ask anything. It was Irene’s problem now.
“I’ll see you guys later,” I said as I opened the door and exited the vehicle.
When I made my way around the back of the car, I retrieved my helmet from the trunk before I entered the building. On my way in, Irene wound down the window and said, “We’ll pick you up later. In the meantime, rather than waiting around doing nothing, I’ll let these two take turns practicing their driving.”
“Sure.”
“Text me when you’re almost done, okay~?”
“I will.”
When I entered the dealership that offered the training course I approached the burly man behind the reception desk.
“Hi, I’m here to take the motorcycle training course.”
“Waz yer name, boy?” The receptionist had a coarse scruffy voice. The type one who’d smoked too much in their lifetime.
“Ran... Sozen.”
“Good. My name’s Harley Gunner.”
I didn’t ask. Of course I didn’t dare say that out loud to this scary-looking receptionist.
“Hmm, lez see ere… oh, there ya are. Can I see yer license, son?”
“Sure… uh, here you go.”
Honestly, I felt slightly intimidated by the rough way he spoke and how he was dressed. Even if you didn’t know where you were, his appearance reeked of biker.
He had a black leather biker jacket on, faded blue jeans, and thick black boots. His long messy gray hair hung down behind his back. He had a thick gray beard and mustache with a scar on his face over the bridge of his nose.
Why the hell was this guy working reception, he should be a scary instructor type, shouldn’t he? I mean, I get it’s a motorcycle dealership, that’s the image and all... but still. Isn’t this a bit extreme for a receptionist?
“Thanks, bud. Oh? Ya just got it today?”
“Yeah. Is that a problem?”
“No. Is just a liddle surprisin. If ya failed yuh’d a wasted yer money yuh know.”
Despite his intimidating demeanor, he still seemed like a nice enough guy. He was pretty friendly and welcoming. I guess you couldn’t judge a book by its cover.
“Well, I really couldn’t wait.”
“I see. Ya just turn sixteen and yuh’re eager to hit the road. I totally understand, motorcycles are just too damn cool ta resist, right kid?”
“Huh? Uh, yeah, haha…” I was a bit caught off guard by his overly enthusiastic response. I just wasn’t the type to go crazy over something.
“Waz with yer reaction! Ya don’t think they’re super cool!” He raised his voice and slammed his fist down as he leaned forward in his chair domineeringly.
“No, they’re cool. They’re really cool...” I raised my hands up and awkwardly waved them from side to side. I wanted to cry a bit. He could go from zero to a hundred real quick.
“Right, hahaha! They’re super cool! Never forget that kiddo. Aight, I’ve checked ya in. Ya can go take a seat o’er there with the others, boy. The instructor should be ere soon ta start the class.”
With our interaction over, I turned away from him and breathed out a sigh of relief. Bikers are scary, but it seems the biker’s receptionists are even scarier.
Well, now that I think about it, I guess he managed reception so tough guys who came here wouldn’t get any funny ideas. I imagine tough guys are more likely to frequent a place like this after all.
They don’t want people stepping inside this place thinking they can throw their weight around and do as they please. Since the receptionist was the first point of contact upon entering the dealership, it sort of made sense.
I headed over to where the intimidating receptionist pointed. The waiting area had nine seats, seven of which were currently taken. It was a boxed-off area with one side open, three seats on each wall. The right and far wall seats were all taken up by six burly-looking men.
Only one person was seated along the left wall. I immediately cursed to myself. It was taken up by a single woman.
She occupied the center seat with her left foot resting on top of her right knee. She had black pants on, but the left leg of it was completely ripped off and revealed the entirety of her creamy white leg above thigh level. She had a black leather jacket on. Her hands were stuffed into her jacket pockets.
She also had a black face mask on, the only features of her face visible were her brown eyes, ears, and her burgundy brown hair with white highlights down the sides of her head.
“Hah? What are you lookin at?” She asked in a domineering fashion when she noticed I was looking in her direction.
“I’m looking at you, the weirdo wearing a face mask. What of it?”
“You wanna go?”
“I’m not interested in going anywhere.”
Since there were no other chairs available I was left with no choice but to sit beside the weird face mask girl. I approached the chair beside her but she spoke up again.
“Sit somewhere else.”
“Somewhere else? Where do you expect me to sit if not here? Do you see any other seats available?”
Another difficult woman? Two in one day? What’s with my abysmal luck?
“These two seats beside me are occupied. You can’t sit in them.”
“Occupied? By who exactly?”
She took her right hand out of her pocket and coolly pointed at herself.
“You’re saying you’re occupying all three seats at once?”
“Yeah, I am. You got a problem with that?”
“No. Not at all.”
I walked past her and sat down in the corner seat beside her without caring for her childish nonsense.
“I said I’m occupying these seats, did you hear me give you permission to sit beside me?”
“If you don’t want to sit beside me, you’re free to move over one seat. I don’t have the patience to put up with such childish nonsense.”
“You… called me a child?” Her voice was cold.
“No, I just said you’re being childish.”
When I examined the six burly men in front of me, for some reason they all looked uneasy. Why? Because of some girl?
“Heheheh… you must not be from around here.” Her chuckle wasn’t a friendly one, rather, it was quite eerie.
“I am from around here.”
“Oh, and you don’t know what the mask I have on represents?”
“I haven’t the slightest clue, nor do I care to know.”
“Aren’t you curious why these burly guys look uneasy?”
“Don’t know, don’t care. It’s none of my business.”
“Putting on an act of bravado? How brave of a scrawny guy like you. You’re probably terrified and uneasy right now just barely managing to maintain your composure I bet.”
“Bravado? Barely maintaining my composure?” I looked over to her with one brow raised.
“Oh? Did you suddenly realize who you’re speaking to?”
“Aren’t you just a weird chick with eighth-grader syndrome or something?”
“E-Eighth-grader syndrome? W-What’s that?”
“Haaaah. You don’t even know that? How lamentable, to be ill and not even know. Truly a pitiful girl.”
After a short three-minute drive, we reached the turnoff for the motorcycle dealership. I didn’t miss it.
Irene who saw that had a smug look on her face.
‘So you do want me to do whatever I want to you. How honest of you~’ With her right index finger on her lower lip, she transmitted those words to me through her eyes when I glanced her way.
‘I just don’t want to somehow end up late.’ I signaled to her with an eye roll.
‘Sure, sure. I totally~ believe you~’ She conveyed back to me when she tilted her head to one side with one eye closed, the other half open, and a wide smile on her face.
With how intimate we were, we could convey a lot to each other through simple little gestures and our eyes. It wasn’t just with Irene though, it was the same with Rosa and Alicia. I also worked together with those two every other day during the week and the three of us had now lived together for over three months.
In the rear-view mirror, the two of them were having their own wordless conversation.
As for my interpretation of their own unspoken interaction, it was simply, ‘There’s something up with them.’
Alicia nodded back to Rosa in agreement.
Well, since I’d arrived at my destination, I made a run for it before I could be interrogated.
I parked up outside the entrance, quickly handed the keys over to Irene, popped the trunk, and dipped on her before they could ask anything. It was Irene’s problem now.
“I’ll see you guys later,” I said as I opened the door and exited the vehicle.
When I made my way around the back of the car, I retrieved my helmet from the trunk before I entered the building. On my way in, Irene wound down the window and said, “We’ll pick you up later. In the meantime, rather than waiting around doing nothing, I’ll let these two take turns practicing their driving.”
“Sure.”
“Text me when you’re almost done, okay~?”
“I will.”
When I entered the dealership that offered the training course I approached the burly man behind the reception desk.
“Hi, I’m here to take the motorcycle training course.”
“Waz yer name, boy?” The receptionist had a coarse scruffy voice. The type one who’d smoked too much in their lifetime.
“Ran... Sozen.”
“Good. My name’s Harley Gunner.”
I didn’t ask. Of course I didn’t dare say that out loud to this scary-looking receptionist.
“Hmm, lez see ere… oh, there ya are. Can I see yer license, son?”
“Sure… uh, here you go.”
Honestly, I felt slightly intimidated by the rough way he spoke and how he was dressed. Even if you didn’t know where you were, his appearance reeked of biker.
He had a black leather biker jacket on, faded blue jeans, and thick black boots. His long messy gray hair hung down behind his back. He had a thick gray beard and mustache with a scar on his face over the bridge of his nose.
Why the hell was this guy working reception, he should be a scary instructor type, shouldn’t he? I mean, I get it’s a motorcycle dealership, that’s the image and all... but still. Isn’t this a bit extreme for a receptionist?
“Thanks, bud. Oh? Ya just got it today?”
“Yeah. Is that a problem?”
“No. Is just a liddle surprisin. If ya failed yuh’d a wasted yer money yuh know.”
Despite his intimidating demeanor, he still seemed like a nice enough guy. He was pretty friendly and welcoming. I guess you couldn’t judge a book by its cover.
“Well, I really couldn’t wait.”
“I see. Ya just turn sixteen and yuh’re eager to hit the road. I totally understand, motorcycles are just too damn cool ta resist, right kid?”
“Huh? Uh, yeah, haha…” I was a bit caught off guard by his overly enthusiastic response. I just wasn’t the type to go crazy over something.
“Waz with yer reaction! Ya don’t think they’re super cool!” He raised his voice and slammed his fist down as he leaned forward in his chair domineeringly.
“No, they’re cool. They’re really cool...” I raised my hands up and awkwardly waved them from side to side. I wanted to cry a bit. He could go from zero to a hundred real quick.
“Right, hahaha! They’re super cool! Never forget that kiddo. Aight, I’ve checked ya in. Ya can go take a seat o’er there with the others, boy. The instructor should be ere soon ta start the class.”
With our interaction over, I turned away from him and breathed out a sigh of relief. Bikers are scary, but it seems the biker’s receptionists are even scarier.
Well, now that I think about it, I guess he managed reception so tough guys who came here wouldn’t get any funny ideas. I imagine tough guys are more likely to frequent a place like this after all.
They don’t want people stepping inside this place thinking they can throw their weight around and do as they please. Since the receptionist was the first point of contact upon entering the dealership, it sort of made sense.
I headed over to where the intimidating receptionist pointed. The waiting area had nine seats, seven of which were currently taken. It was a boxed-off area with one side open, three seats on each wall. The right and far wall seats were all taken up by six burly-looking men.
Only one person was seated along the left wall. I immediately cursed to myself. It was taken up by a single woman.
She occupied the center seat with her left foot resting on top of her right knee. She had black pants on, but the left leg of it was completely ripped off and revealed the entirety of her creamy white leg above thigh level. She had a black leather jacket on. Her hands were stuffed into her jacket pockets.
She also had a black face mask on, the only features of her face visible were her brown eyes, ears, and her burgundy brown hair with white highlights down the sides of her head.
“Hah? What are you lookin at?” She asked in a domineering fashion when she noticed I was looking in her direction.
“I’m looking at you, the weirdo wearing a face mask. What of it?”
“You wanna go?”
“I’m not interested in going anywhere.”
Since there were no other chairs available I was left with no choice but to sit beside the weird face mask girl. I approached the chair beside her but she spoke up again.
“Sit somewhere else.”
“Somewhere else? Where do you expect me to sit if not here? Do you see any other seats available?”
Another difficult woman? Two in one day? What’s with my abysmal luck?
“These two seats beside me are occupied. You can’t sit in them.”
“Occupied? By who exactly?”
She took her right hand out of her pocket and coolly pointed at herself.
“You’re saying you’re occupying all three seats at once?”
“Yeah, I am. You got a problem with that?”
“No. Not at all.”
I walked past her and sat down in the corner seat beside her without caring for her childish nonsense.
“I said I’m occupying these seats, did you hear me give you permission to sit beside me?”
“If you don’t want to sit beside me, you’re free to move over one seat. I don’t have the patience to put up with such childish nonsense.”
“You… called me a child?” Her voice was cold.
“No, I just said you’re being childish.”
When I examined the six burly men in front of me, for some reason they all looked uneasy. Why? Because of some girl?
“Heheheh… you must not be from around here.” Her chuckle wasn’t a friendly one, rather, it was quite eerie.
“I am from around here.”
“Oh, and you don’t know what the mask I have on represents?”
“I haven’t the slightest clue, nor do I care to know.”
“Aren’t you curious why these burly guys look uneasy?”
“Don’t know, don’t care. It’s none of my business.”
“Putting on an act of bravado? How brave of a scrawny guy like you. You’re probably terrified and uneasy right now just barely managing to maintain your composure I bet.”
“Bravado? Barely maintaining my composure?” I looked over to her with one brow raised.
“Oh? Did you suddenly realize who you’re speaking to?”
“Aren’t you just a weird chick with eighth-grader syndrome or something?”
“E-Eighth-grader syndrome? W-What’s that?”
“Haaaah. You don’t even know that? How lamentable, to be ill and not even know. Truly a pitiful girl.”
