[h3][color=ed145b]Hiyori Kozlovsky[/color][/h3][hr][hr]

Hiyori sharply exhaled through her nose, dismissing the man's excuse for crashing. She didn't what the reason was or how it happened, all that matter was he crashed. End of story. Thankfully he went off to go check for a phone and that was the last Hiyori thought she'd ever see of that man. 

Fueling proceeded and with Hiyori capping off her motorcycle, the man came back. It wasn't so much disdain for the man but her annoyance was clear through her helmet as she snapped her attention to the man. Of course that was before the offer of a free meal, even though Hiyori did not allow her expression to change. In truth, she was going to the exact spot this man was suggesting but with the offer of getting it paid for was nice. Her gaze turned away from the man and wandered down to the diner before turning back. [color=ed145b]"Fine."[/color] She said, albeit a bit abruptly in response. [color=ed145b]"Hop on. We'll head over."[/color] Without further pause, Hiyori mounted her bike and drove down the street to the diner.

Shutting off her bike and placing her helmet on her bike, she proceeded in, expecting the man to follow. She went ahead and picked out a booth off in the corner, by her bike so she could keep an eye on it. She slipped off her backpack and placed it beside her, consuming the rest of the room on her side of the booth just in case the man was some pervert who would sit there. 

Hiyori rapped her fingers across the table while the two sat in silence for a moment. Again, Hiyori was expecting this man to be not too significant in her life so she shrugged off the uncomfortable silence for the moment. The not-too-busy waitress came over asking about drinks. [color=ed145b]"Coffee and a water."[/color] Hiyori said, scooping up a menu as they were placed on the table and focused on contents for awhile. Chicken friend steak, good enough. She tossed the menu aside and glanced out the window to where her bike was still present. Remembering and making the connection to her lunch date, she remembered the man's broken bike still laying on the side of the road. [color=ed145b]"So... guy."[/color] She didn't even know this guy's name still. [color=ed145b]"What are you going to do? Get your bike towed to San Fransisco and wait it out?"[/color]