"It turns out that the tattoed man's house is far away," North said as he drove the Vespa along the highway this morning. Although the temperature was quite cold, the sweater made them feel better.

"Yes, it's far. I'm sorry if I'm always bothering you." Marra is like a lollipop when a large helmet hides her head.

"Hey. Didn't I say that this friend of yours should also explain the condition of that guy's car? We need each other, Marra."

"Alright, I'll shut up now." Marra made a motion to lock her lips.

"Sure, we'll be there soon, won't we?"

"He'em."

Marra had intended to wait for the public bus...