Yasutomo walked out of a burger joint mildly content. It was what it was, fast food in the quality of the fast food industry's norm. 'It was okay' would be how he'd qualify his experience. There were simply things he was more passionate about in life. And one of them was parked right in front of the store.
Pulling out a small key from his pocket, the teen played with it, throwing it up in the air then catching it again, until he arrived in front of his bike. He quickly scanned it, from the top at the handlebar to the back wheel. Nothing was missing nor scratched, to his relief. Had anything happened to it, he would be ready start a headhunt right away. Just as he was opening the lock on his bike, he took notice of another male also getting on his ride just behind him. The ride, however, was quite the flashy motorcycle. It was still nothing that impressed him terribly, he could say. Once upon a time, it was true he wished he possessed one of those, but as it turned out, road racers were all he needed. Reminiscing on the past, he let out a chuckle.
That is-- if he could find a reason to feed his passion again, then that would be ideal. Until then, this was going to be another mundane ride home.