you were outside on your way to get some stuff from a mall. You were all dressed up and even did your hair but then a strong wind kind of messed it up. you saw a biker at a red light and told him to stop. you fixed your hair in the reflection on his mirrored visor. He stared at you through the tainted visor slightly blushing. as you finish fixing your hair you thank him and while you were about to leave he gently pulls you by your arm.

“Would you mind giving me your number?”