Normally Noa was excited for those rare moments when her job sent her outside of the workplace for an errand. She wasn’t very big on change, or drastic deviations from a routine, but even she could use a break from her usual scenery once in a while. This is why she was excited when Owen, the Safeway manager on duty, asked her to pick up some merchandise form a nearby location; her excitement dropped drastically, however, when he realized that she didn’t have a driver’s license.   “It’s a lot of boxes; I was going to send you in my truck,” he mused, frowning thoughtfully. “It’s too much to try to bring back on the bus…”   “Oh…well maybe Paige has a license?” Noa offered, already prepared to return to her previous position. “I’m sure somebody in here has one.”   “Hm…ah!” Owen said, his eyebrows raised as he looked past Noa. “Hikaru, come here!” Noa paused, feeling her face fall into a curious frown as she turned to look behind her; Hikaru set down the case of water he had been carrying and made his way over to them, a slight frown on his face as well as he glanced at Noa before training his attention on their manager. In their brief exchange Noa learned that Hikaru had a driver’s license but no car, and so the plan to pick up the merchandise was back in effect, and somehow Noa was still slated for it, to help Hikaru carry the boxes to and from the truck.   It was in this manner that Noa found herself sitting in the passenger’s seat of her store manager’s truck, buckled in and coming along for the ride as Hikaru steered the truck out of the AIASF limits, heading into the city. The radio was on, and turned to some station that Noa didn’t listen to; Hikaru paid no attention to it, his focus on the road ahead of him as he drove with one hand. Noa didn’t know many people personally who drove in San Francisco; it was fascinating to watch how easily Hikaru navigated the truck, completely at ease about driving someone else’s vehicle.   “Are you planning on getting a car?” Noa inquired after a moment.   “No,” Hikaru responded, his tone concise, but not short.   “Then why get a license in San Francisco if you’re not gonna get a car?”   “I’m not from San Francisco,” Hi