A day on the beach

[Hans von Goeben]

"What do you mean it's not for you, Sir? I need to see a license, you know that."
The cashier seemed pretty annoyed after the third time explaining the same problem to a costumer.
The man let out a resigned sigh. He came here to relax, to have fun and get a slight tan on his otherwise pale skin. After all, Gran Canaria's beaches are excellent for such ambitions. Instead, within the first twenty minutes on this planet, a stubborn rental owner has to cross those plans.

"Alright, for the last time, my friend: The hoverbike is for a friend of mine, because I got my own in the shuttle. She has a driver license, why else would I go through all that paperwork and pay the fee?! Only to let her get caught by one of those pesky police drones during the mandatory check? There is no logic in lying about a damn document!"
"And there is also no logic in bending the law in our fine town. No license, no hoverbike, egghead." The bulky man ironically pets his lean costumer on the head.

When would Flora finally arrive to resolve this mess? She's already late...