[Following Geralt's wordless invitation, Wilhelm pulls over and rolls to a stop, gravel crunching under the tires. He kills the engine and the music cuts off with it. A quietness fills in. As he walks up to Geralt, he passes a hand through his windswept hair.]
Cool bike.
[He nods in its direction. It just feels like something he should say. And it is cool — he thinks Geralt would have to try to look uncool, though. Wilhelm crosses his arms, shifting on his feet.]
Um...did you need something from me?
[He can't imagine what it could possibly be, but Geralt doesn't seem like the kind of guy who stops you just to say hello.]
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Cool bike.
[He nods in its direction. It just feels like something he should say. And it is cool — he thinks Geralt would have to try to look uncool, though. Wilhelm crosses his arms, shifting on his feet.]
Um...did you need something from me?
[He can't imagine what it could possibly be, but Geralt doesn't seem like the kind of guy who stops you just to say hello.]