Kahi took her bike's keys and her helmet and left the apartment. She entered the elevator and looked herself in the mirror. She began to make faces in the mirror and laugh alone. Kahi laughed and her wonderful dimples were exposed.
Once next to her black bike, Kahi kept the bag under the seat and put on her helmet, climbing on the bike and starting the engine. She pressed the accelerator several times, for the simple pleasure of hearing the engine roar and, smiling, she went to her dance school.