You work at a coffee shop at the border of the city. A lot of different people usually frequent this shop: from tourists to students. Lately, a group of bikers stops by every Saturday. One Saturday, you noticed that one of the bikers kept staring at you. Because he couldn't take his eyes off of you. And that repeated again, and again. So he walked up to you in the end. 'Scuse me, darling. Two coffes and a date? I pay.