A good morning for a run on the bike

Exhausted by the avid French student you fall into a dreamless sleep, your last thought wondering if Gabrielle's orgasmic cries could be heard by Ms. Naylor.

You wake as early as ever and go through your morning workout routine before hitting the shower. Deciding that you don't feel particularly sociable, and wanting to blow some of the stale air out of your lungs, you head for the garage, intending to take your bike for a run and grab a quick breakfast somewhere in town.

A few minutes later you're on the road, feeling content with the bike rumbling beneath you and enjoying the crisp air on your face. There is almost no traffic on the road, only a single car a hundred yards behind you, and once you reach town it's scarcely any busier.

You spot an unpretentious café and pull the bike over, deciding that it's just what you need to give you a break from Pink Rose Academy and its trials and temptations. You notice that the car behind you pulls into a parking spot, as you walk into the café. You see a few customers, some on stools at a counter, but most scattered at tables and booths. You take a seat at the counter and a heavy set waitress pours you a coffee and puts down a menu with a smile before moving to another customer.

Someone sits beside you, and you turn to see a pretty young woman smiling at you as she puts a notebook on the counter in front of her.

"You must be Kyle Hawkfeather. I'm Holly Piper, with the Boston Globe."