“Who’s that dude?” was a voice heard from behind Keiko. The RX-7 had its window opened and from the driver’s seat, a young guy wearing a white LA Lakers cap and a mustache was staring at Niko.
“Nobody,” answered Keiko. “This is Ryo Niko and he’s my classmate in junior high and high school. We were in the same club activity,.”
“What club activity?”
“Light Music club.”
“That’s out of your character. What instrument did you play?”
“Niko was guitar and I was clarinet.”
“HA HA HA HA HA!” The guy laughed stupidly. “You don’t look fit playing a clarinet.”
Niko was stunned that Keiko was fooling around with such a guy who lacked style.