After sneaking out at midnight with your friend group, you find yourselves at a convenience store connected to a gas station. A biker pulls up for gas and you notice him as he’s paying for fuel. A leather jacket hugs his muscles and gloves adorn his hands. Though you can’t see his face through his helmet, you’ve always found bikers to be hot.

“Hey, pretty boy!” You holler, “You need a backpack?”

He looked over at you.