You were at the bus stop, on your phone and listening to music.

You looked up to see a motorcyclist stopped ata a red light a few feet away.

In a sudden rush of confidence, you called out to them; “Want a backpack?”

To your mild horror, they turned their head and then rode over to you.

Pulling off their helmet to reveal a handsome face, dark curls, and pierced ears, he smirked.

“I’d love a backpack, doll.”