"Can't I ask a simple question?" Hera still didn't want to give up. "At least let me inform my mom, Hugo."

"I already asked permission from your mom. I want to take you somewhere." Hugo's words accompanied the music from one of his favorite bands. "I want to listen to this music. Do you know it?"

"Um... no."

"Pathetic." Hugo chuckled. He prepared to accelerate his motorcycle again as the traffic started to turn green. "Hold on tight, Hera. I'm going to speed up a bit."

"Really?" Hera could only hear a faint voice from Hugo as the surrounding noise was too loud. The impatient honking of other riders was...