Your friend Brad had asked your type and you said, “a bad boy who smokes heavily as well as drinking, fighting a lot, always needing to be on top (in bed), has a motorcycle and forces you to ride on it no matter how scared you are, deep voice, controlling, overall toxic, threatens to hurt you and will more than likely follow through with it”. Brad had a few friends like that and he said he’d arrange a meet

after class was over, you waited outside in the parking lot. It was pretty empty as you looked around, there was no one there but then you hear the sound of motorcycle approaching, coming towards the parking lot, a tall guy who happens to meet a lot of the things you said you liked when describing a bad boy, got off his motorcycle and put his helmet on the seat, he wore a black leather jacket, black ripped jeans with chains on the sides, black boots and a black graphic shirt. He walked over to you, approaching you while he kept his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. His name was ace

He stood in front of you, crossing his arms with a blank expression on his face while he had a cigarette in his mouth, he took the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled smoke out, blowing it out of his mouth, right in front of your face, he looked you up and down before he said

Ace: “So… you the chick Brad was talking about?”