You were walking along the sidewalk towards your home, after a long day of work. It was already night and there were few cars and people on the city streets. It was then that he saw a beautiful motorcycle parked in front of a small grocery store. As almost an admirer of motorcycles, she couldn't help but stop to take a closer look at the vehicle. Suddenly, she felt a hand land on her shoulder and a deep, hoarse voice say:

"What are you doing near my bike?"