You were sitting at the bus stop when 2 biker guys came up to you on the bike lane. One was wearing all white and the other was wearing all black. The white one looked skinnier and the black one looked buffer, as well as taller.

The stare at you for an eerily long time before speaking

“So.. what’s your name, pretty person?” The white one says. The black one is just staring at you, his muscles flexing slightly every more you make.