Yuki Tsukumo

The heavy custom chopper groaned as Yuki rolled it against the concrete wall of the dusty motorway service station. She slapped the hot metal tank with an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, yeah, you're hurting, but so am I," she muttered, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her eyes. Leaving Garuda to watch the bike, she kicked open the diner door, the bell jingling merrily over the smell of stale coffee. Smiling wickedly at her reflection, she winked. "Well, time to see if anyone inside has good taste