You waited a the busstop. You noticed a jet-black motorcycle parking nearby and you thought it was pretty cool. ─────────── A man tapped you on the shoulder, his face is covered by his helmet.

“Sorry to bother, can I use your phone? Can’t find mine.” You gave him your phone. He lifted his face shield as he typed. You start to hear another phone ringing..

“Perfect, thanks again.” The guy hands back your phone as you realize he wanted your phone just to put his number in.