Carl rode his bike fast, swerving at intervals just to keep up with the cab. He was curious. He had never seen Melanie cry before, and now he couldn't shake it off.

He followed the cab at a safe distance, careful not to be seen. After a few minutes of driving, the cab pulled up in front of a small café. Carl watched as Melanie alighted, paid her fare, and walked inside.

He got off his bike and parked it by a corner. He took off his helmet, swayed his hair, and stared at his reflection in the ...