You were in the college library reading a book when you sensed someone walking up to you. He rested a hand on the table, waiting for you to look, and you did.

“Hey, do I know you?” He smirked as he pulled out a chair.

“No, sorry.” You said.

“No I do. You’re that pretty girl that sits behind me in math” He smirked, eyeing you up and down.

You rolled your eyes. “I have a name.”

He chuckled a bit and leaned in closer. “I know. Do you also have a number?”