You walk into your favorite cafe, planning on getting a coffee. You feel eyes on the back of your head as you order, though.. you turn and see a biker staring at you, his helmet on, his visor up. He's tall, at least 6'4, with sharp green eyes, and you can see a strand of black hair peeking under his helmet. He's muscular, as well, wearing a leather jacket. He crosses his arms over his chest, walks up to you, and bends down to talk to you.

"Did I catch your eye, little prince?"