Ginrei swept some loose bangs out of her forehead and looked around; the beach was crowded with young children, their parents, and people leaving the trade show to test out newly acquired gadgets. A model plane buzzed by some metres over her head and she gave it a quick look.

She was on vacation in the French Riviera, where a robot and tool tradeshow was being held. She wanted to stay more around Kenji, but he was on security duty at the show; a British Expert and inventor named Leon Black was hosting a presentation for his new line of female androids and it was unknown if BF Group was interested in obtaining the prototypes. Kenji was having fun watching over the presentation, and Ginrei wasn't sure if she wanted to surprise him with her presence while he was on duty or not.

She sat down on the steps to the tradeshow with a bit of a huff. He wouldn't be out for at least another twenty minutes, and she wasn't quite sure what to do. She gave the area around her a bit of a survey; there was a clean stretch of sand along a rock wall, to the left of the convention hall. It reminded Ginrei of the lots that Kenji and Kazuma used to train her on at the Paris Interpol base.

Ginrei stood up and headed over to the strip of land. If there was one thing she wasn't quite good at yet, it was her quick sprinting abilities. She stopped by the side of the steps to the hall, poised herself, and dashed upwards.

Things moved in slow motion as she drifted upwards, but much to her delight, her feet found their place at the top of the rock wall. She paused to catch her breath, soon dashing back down. Her sneakers slipped in the sand and she stumbled to her knees.

A familiar deep voice asked above her, "You alright there?"

Ginrei scrambled to stand up again, dusting off her knees. "Just trying a little experiment is all."

Kenji chuckled warmly, but the laughter was reassuring. "Sprinting is hard to get into, my dear. Don't take it too hard. I could show you the basics if you wish."

"Aren't you on duty?" But she wanted to say yes.

"There are already twelve other security agents in there. It's hard to breathe in most of the damn place." Kenji adjusted his collar. "I came out to get a smoke."

"Oh, great, so I won't be able to breathe." Ginrei gave him a pout, fake of course.

A smirk slowly emerged on Kenji's face, and he leaned over to give her a peck on the cheek. If Professor Go knew what was going on right now, Ginrei thought, he'd have kittens.

"Would you like me to show you how to sprint?" Kenji asked her with a smile.

"But of course." She sprinted as well as she could forward, and stopped some metres away from Kenji. He dashed up onto a row of lockers and stopped, poised perfectly straight.

"Can you do that for me?" He called down. Ginrei stood back and jumped up to meet him, her footing scrambling a little to keep steady. Kenji noted this and added, "It's okay. You'll adjust to it."

"It's a long way down," she said uneasily.

"And I'll guide you all the way," Kenji said, slipping his arm around her back. He offered his free hand, the right, to her, and she clasped it with both hands. The two darted downwards, hitting the sand smoothly, a short cloud of sand rising at their feet upon impact. As an experiment, Kenji led her in a series of quick jumps across the beach, and to the beachgoers, the two were little more than a pink blur.

Kenji stopped to catch his breath and let go of Ginrei, his hand digging into his suit pocket. A small French boy who had been watching the whole time pointed at Ginrei and Kenji and exclaimed, "Mama, look! They must be superheroes!"

Ginrei couldn't help but put on a beaming smile, folding her hands behind her back. Kenji ignored the boy and noisily flipped out a zippo lighter and begun a cigarette.

"Kenji, don't do that," she complained as she tugged on his arm. "There are kids around."

"Well then, I'll take you to this nice grassy knoll that overlooks the sea…if you can keep up."

Before the words left his mouth, he darted off along the beach. Ginrei yelped and broke into a run in a rush to keep up beside him, the two coursing together like a ribbon of blurred white and pink.