Eagerly anticipating a ride in a luxury car, Vivian Lee straightened her clothes.
Keith Flores glanced at her and shouted, "What are you looking at? My ride's over here."
Vivian Lee followed the sound of his voice and was left speechless.
Parked between the many cars was a single motorcycle. Its two mirrors stuck out at a strange angle, and its design looked odd.
'Just this beat-up old motorcycle?'
Vivian Lee's face fell, but before she could refuse, Keith Flores had already grabbed a helmet and tossed it to her. "Catch."
Vivian Lee put on the helmet and sat behind Keith Flores. Seeing how she was awkwardly avoiding holding onto him, Keith turned back and grabbed her hands.
"Hold on tight. If I go too fast, you'll fly right off."
"Fine, I get it..." Vivian Lee said reluctantly, her hands clumsily wrapping around Keith Flores's... waist from behind.
「The Top Floor of the Administration Building」
