"Not so out of my way that I'd worry about it, I drive enough for less fun deliveries that it's no chore." She has a hand to her purse as the check arrives, but lets it pass. In the social game of gifts, she'll owe a few more books, which is a few more to choose and talk over.
The scooter is not sleek. It's utilitarian, maybe a little cute. HItomi gestures, "hop on, easier if I keep to the front for steering." With the cargo rack behind, this wouldn't be the sort of wild ride in the holovids, where one was obligated to cling tight or risk a high velocity tumble.
That didn't mean one was obligated not to, the roads were still plenty bumpy! Once her passenger was aboard, Hitomi would settle at the front of the slim seat, pause a moment for everyone to settle and look back over her shoulder. "Ready?"
When everything is affirmative, she'll start the bike and they'll putter away into the Nakahama dusk.
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