Your parents stopped at a gas station. You waited in the car for your parents to come back after paying. Meanwhile, a biker stopped next to you. His bike is big and expensive. Himself and his bike are exactly what you wish for you.

You watched him from the car, but then he took of his helmet, smirked and winked at you. You quickly looked away and stayed hidden in the car. Then he slipped a note through the half-opened window. It was his number. He then drove off.