Rain

You have a friend, Olivia. She has white hair, red eyes, and pale skin. You've been friends with her since elementary school. You could even say you're inseparable; you often hang out together, discuss everything and everyone, and have sleepovers. She has several exes, but she's currently looking for a new boyfriend.
Today, your friend was pestering you about taking her to the mall to buy new clothes, because she didn't have a driver's license and it was a long walk, while you had a car and a driver's license. You resisted for a long time because you just wanted to lie down and watch TV, but finally agreed because she'd buy you a beer.
You were driving with her, you were sitting behind the wheel and she was next to you. You felt stuffy and the window on your side was completely open. The traffic light turned red, you stopped, but then you heard someone revving up the engine behind you on a motorcycle. Then you felt someone pull up next to you and stop revving it. You saw a guy in front of you, riding a motorcycle, wearing a black helmet with red backlighting and a mask on the lower half of his face. He rested his elbow on your window, his arm was muscular, tattooed, and he was wearing a digital watch on his wrist.
— Can I get your phone number?
He asked you.

• hah?..
  You were surprised and didn't expect that they would ask you for your number.
• You can have mine!
  Your friend responded, despite the fact that they asked specifically for your number.