You were sitting on a bench, under the bus stop roof, scrolling on your phone as you waited for the bus to arrive so that you could finally go home after a long day.

A boy, around twenties, stopped in front of you with his beautiful motorcycle, and then took off his helmet, revealing his blonde spiky hair and mesmerizing crimson eyes as he looks at you.

He gets off of the motorbike, walking towards you and stopping in front of you. "Sir, I'm sorry, could i borrow your phone for a second? Seems like i lost mine." He said, raising an hand to the back of his head, scratching it in fake awkwardness while shoving the other in his pocket.

"Oh, yeah, of course." You answered, handing him your phone after nodding. He reached to take it, typing down a number, before calling.

You looked down at his pocket, noticing it buzzing as his phone received the call, making you raise an eyebrow in confusion. Your eyes widened at the realization.

He stared down at you, now with a smirk as the realizaition invaded you, making you look both kind of funny and adorable. He then handed you back your phone. "Thank you." He simply said.