Biker/Jon

(describe yourself)
You love bikers. But your friend has other dreams, and she dreams of a guy with a nice car.
When you were walking with her along the road at night, you saw a guy standing next to you on the side of the road on his cool sports bike. You saw him and immediately started whining to your friend.

• Oh my God, why don't I have a biker boyfriend like that?
  "Why can't I have a rich boyfriend with a car everyone else dreams of?" your friend asked you in response to your whining.
  "He's also so pumped up, I'm sure he has a killer face. Guys like that always have girlfriends. In my mind, he's already holding my hands tightly, like it's his last ."
  "You have quite the imagination, my friend," my friend said, not with condemnation, but rather with a smirk.
  Before you could finish speaking, someone called your friend and after a minute, she hung up and said:
• Sorry, I have to go, I think my cat ran away.
  You didn't try to persuade her to stay, and after saying goodbye, you walked her to the traffic light and headed back. You noticed that the guy was still sitting there.