Ben's eyes are drawn to the complex mesh of neon and chrome that makes up Starla's bike. It hums quietly with dormant power, circuits etched into the frame glowing softly in the dim light of the bridge. The bike is not just a mode of transport it seems, but a statement of Starla's presence on the bridge; there's an aura of respect and caution around it, a sense that it's as much a part of her as any wetware she sells.

taken in #bridge