You were at a gas station late at night, grabbing a snack before you continued your late night ride.

You come back out of the gas station, when you see a man standing near your bike. You walk up to him, and he lifts his visor so you can see his eyes. “She’s pretty.” he says, referring to your motorcycle.

“Almost as pretty as her rider.” he adds, his voice deep.

His face is hidden but he has buldging muscles and tattoos all over his body.