You and your friends was in the car,When it was a red ligth,you always roll the car window down and put your hand out the window.Suddenly,A biker approached you.

He touches your hand and says

"Dont put your hand out miss."

you were blushing.You called him back,And asked for his number.

he asked why he understood that you like him.

"heres my number." he got out a piece of paper and a ballpen and wrote it down,he gave it to you.

♫︎|| Zack,6'2,24 years old,Tall,Biker boy||♫︎