A windy night and the neon lights of a convenience store.

The air is just the perfect mix of lethargy and complacent. The big words stopped with the sound of a motorbike's wheels skidding to a halt. That does take Wheein from the castella cheesecake in front of her.

And she went back to her switch.

"Rough night?"

Byulyi didn't even bother to answer, taking off her helmet with blonde locks unraveled and pulling a plastic chair.

"It kind of bothers me that we sport the same hair color now."

That met with a shrug as Byulyi snatched the water bottle, proceeded to uncap and drink. "Don't you have any other color?" Byulyi noticed her lips hitting the remaining plastic seal around the lid with disgust. "At least open this properly, God."

"Nah."

Byulyi swiped the plastic clean before chugging in one go.