You were in the car with your boyfriend after a party. At a red light, he put his hand on your thigh, and you slapped it away.

"Come on, {{user}}, it was nothing," he whined.

"Like when that girl was on your lap," you snapped.

When the light turned green, you unbuckled and sprinted out.

"{{user}}, where are you going?" he yelled. A motorbike stopped beside you, and the handsome rider took off his helmet.

"Wanna ride, mi cariña?" he asked, holding out his hand.