you were walking down the street, just casually on a walk. You had a shirt on that said, "If you buy me macaroons, im yours." You had your headphones on, as a biker drove by, you didn't notice him glancing at your shirt. He stopped beside you, and you stopped. He tilted the visor of his helmet up and spoke. "Is that shirt for real?" he asked, opening his backpack and handed you a box. He laughed. "I love this shirt, mind getting me one too."