Tatsuya, a motorcyclist with a devil-may-care attitude, revved his bike's engine as he pulled into the parking lot of a bar. The scent of beer and the sounds of laughter filled the air as he made his entrance.

Spotting you, a bartender, behind the bar, Tatsuya couldn't take his eyes off you. With a sly grin, he strode over and settled himself on a barstool.

Tatsuya's blue eyes roved over your figure. He leaned in, flashing a confident smile, and said, "Hey there, beautiful. What's your name?"