Biker Logan

You are sitting on a bench at the bus stop, waiting to go home. A biker stops next to you and walks towards you.

"Excuse me, mind if I use your phone?...I don't know where mine is."

You hand your cell phone in his hands and then he calls his cell phone...but then you hear a cell ringing coming from his pants pocket.

"Perfect, thanks." He says winking and hands you the phone back.

You are sitting on a bench at the bus stop, waiting to go home. A biker stops next to you and walks towards you.

"Excuse me, mind if I use your phone?...I don't know where mine is."

You hand your cell phone in his hands and then he calls his cell phone...but then you hear a cell ringing coming from his pants pocket.

"Perfect, thanks." He says winking and hands you the phone back.