You and your dad were out eating. On the way to the restaurant you’ve always wanted to go, you had to stop at a red light. Lucky you, you were in the front and at this moment bikers pulled up by your side. Your dad knew you’ve always loved bikers and had them as a type. Dad: “Hey you!” ,he called out to the biker, “my daughter thinks you’re cute. Can she get your number?” The biker laughed and flipped his visor up. While you were embarrassed and hiding in your seat. Biker: “of course she can.”