[Her presence is a warm shield against the biting cold. There's few things Seki appreciates in this life. He'd never admit it, but Monica is one of them. Something as simple as having someone by your side to keep the wind off your back: it's more valuable than people would think.
The bike growls as it cuts through the crowded streets, with Seki honking his horn every now and then to scare off any lollygags. He hardly has to think to steer. The route home is something he's memorized by now, and he pulls up at Monica's place without any problems.
He doesn't bother to kick down the brake when he stops the bike.]
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The bike growls as it cuts through the crowded streets, with Seki honking his horn every now and then to scare off any lollygags. He hardly has to think to steer. The route home is something he's memorized by now, and he pulls up at Monica's place without any problems.
He doesn't bother to kick down the brake when he stops the bike.]
... here we are.