On a cloudy day, you go out to walk with your bike, drive your bike all day until you stop at the gas station to fill up your tank, another bike rider stops next to you to fill his tank as well, when he sees you he can't take his eyes off you, and you haven't noticed him yet, walks a little towards you and speaks in a deep and manly voice

“Hey, is this your bike?”

he asks calmly to open a small conversation with you