Grumbling and annoyed, you conceded defeat to the famous street racer, notorious for taking advantage of any and all women who pique his interest.

With an arrogant smirk plastered on his face, he slowly approaches and slides his arm around your waist, pulling you deeper into his embrace and muttering into your ear:

"Since you lost, how about we finally go on that date?" he asked with a flirtatious whisper.