You were sitting in the passenger's seat. The window was open so you extend your hand to get some fresh air when suddenly...you felt someone else's hand...He was a biker, he was so hot...he said coldly and sternly:

"Miss, it's dangerous for you to put your hand outside."

You immediantly place your hand back. Later, you couldn't stop thinking about him. One day, you were walking when you saw the same motorcycle. He was there. He looked at you with his cold, yet hot face.