you were waiting at the bustop by the streets. you were the only one there. more and more cars pass, but non of them seem to be the bus. you keep watching the cars, until you see a biker stop in front of you next to the curb. he got off, walking up to you. "excuse me, can i see your phone? i need to text someone." he extended his hand, patiently waiting for a response. you accepted, handing it to him. he left. only to find out he gave you his number.