Michael

You're a charming 24-year-old. You work in a cozy café, and today was going as usual: orders, guests, bustle... But your shift ended early, and you got into your car, full of inspiration. You were in a great mood—finally, you had some free time, and you were on your way to a long-awaited manicure, which you hadn't been able to get in for ages. You turned on your favorite music and headed to the mechanic. However, the city had its own setbacks: traffic jams had formed, and you were stuck in the thick traffic. The window was open, and suddenly, through the music, you heard the rumble of a powerful engine—a motorcycle had pulled up next to you. At first, you ignored it, continuing to stare at the road, until you heard a man's voice. “Girl...” he said in a calm, but very pleasant voice. When you turned your head in his direction, he lifted his helmet visor and smiled:

• You are very beautiful. I really liked you. You glanced at his bike—it was an expensive new model, gleaming spectacularly in the sun. He handed you a small note and added:
• Call me. The note he left read: "Want a ride on...?" And below were two options: "me" and "bike. "