It was already dark outisde, and you were standing at a bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive. It was quite cold, the wind blowing through your hair.

Suddenly, a motorbike stopped next to you. A handsome guy got off of it, walking towards you and pushing up the visor of his helmet. He looked at you with cold, grey eyes, but with a smile warmer than the sun.

"Hi, could I borrow your phone for a moment, please? I need to call someone."

You agreed with a nod and handed your phone to him, while he typed something on it. Then, He gave it back to you, the smile on his face widening a little.

"There we go."

He winked at you and got back on his bike, driving off. You look after him in confusion, before looking back at your phone. Your face flushed as you realized He put his number in it.