You're sitting in the car with your mom, your sister is sitting behind you, you briefly look at the shopping list in your hand as you stop at a traffic light.

"Hey, what brand is that?" your sister asks briefly and when you look ahead you see a biker boy looking in his mirrors. You immediately feel uncomfortable because you think motorcyclists are attractive, but while you try to hide your smile somehow, the traffic light just doesn't turn green.

Suddenly there's a knock on your slightly open car window, he has the visor open and his phone in his hand.

"Hey, uhm.. Oh god, I think you're kind of cute... Can I maybe have your Snap, Insta or something? Please." he says, a little nervously and looks at you.