「✦」▬♦ The girl skipped happily as she walked in the rain. The weather was atrocious but for some reason she enjoyed it. She didn’t have much of anywhere to go to so she just kinda wandered around wherever she pleased. Yawing the girl continued to walk noticing something shine in the stormy weather.
Curiosity overwhelming her, she made her way to the shining object— soon noticing that it was a bike that was near the dumpster. “(Whoa! A bike!!)” An exciting smile adorning her features as she looks over the bike— contemplating taking it. “(Well… it’s in the trash.. so it should be okay…)” Biting her lip the girl took the bike, and began to ride it— she was off to a bit of a rocky start but eventually she got the hang of it.
Of course, to anybody that couldn’t see her this probably looked extremely odd. A bike moving on it’s own? People would probably think that they’re going crazy— or seeing things due to the weather. “(Riding in the rain is really difficult..)” The girl thought to herself, finding that her feet would slip off the pedals every so often— but aside from that she was enjoying her ride quite nicely.
That is until one of the bolts that helped the bike steer properly came loose and eventually fell right off the bike. The girl was oblivious to this, though, as she was enjoying herself far too much. Until suddenly she lost control, heading straight into a pole.
B A M!!
“Owie…” The girl muttered rubbing her head, her body aching quite a bit— especially for someone who didn’t feel all that much pain. “(Oh no! The bike!)” It was ruined by this point, completely totaled. “(I guess I can see why it was in the garbage now…)” She thought to herself— snapping out of her thoughts as she heard someone call out to her.
“….Huh…?” The girl said softly reaching out for the strangers hand nonetheless.
✿ —— Bent metal, some pieces torn off—the sight made her wince. It was only a pole, yet the vehicle was completely destroyed. Whoever produced it should work on making more high-quality bikes. It was like the stranger had gotten it from a dumpster or something.
The feeling of another hand wrapping around hers made her tear her gaze away from the bike, if you could still call it that. So the rider had decided to trust her, after all. “We’re going to have to leave your, uh, bike here. Get ready to make a run for it!”
She tugged at the hand and ran for the entrance, almost slipping a few times. Once she was safely under the roof, she let go of the other’s hand. Head tilted to the side in curiosity, she perused the biker. A girl who looked around her age, with long dark tresses and a scarlet scarf wrapped around her neck. Akari was aware of the rainwater on her clothes and the way her own hair hung limp and stuck to her skin. But the other girl was more drenched. Aware of the cold that clung to them both, her hand reached out to adjust the heater. A sigh of relief escaped her as warmth enveloped the room.
Shrugging her rain-soaked jacket off, she introduced herself— “My name is Hayasaka Akari." she would extend her hand for a handshake, but she didn’t want either of them to get more wet than they already were. After the jacket was hung on the coat rack, she turned to face the other. Lips curved in a friendly smile. "Tea or coffee?”
