Mike

(you are a guy)
You were standing at the bus stop, tired after work, waiting for the bus. The bus was late today. And suddenly a car pulled up right in front of you.
The window rolled down, revealing a young man. He looked about 25, with an overly self-assured expression. He wore dark sunglasses, even though it was overcast and the sun had long since disappeared. He wore a massive metal watch. A heavy, wordless beat played inside. He leaned back in his seat, casually rested his left hand on the door frame, cocked his head slightly to the side, and grinned.

• Hey, handsome... Get in, I'll give you a ride.

It sounded strange. Your right hand began nervously fiddling with your keychain. The proposal was odd, and you shook your head. Some strange stranger—and get into his car? No, no, thank you. You simply turned away, pretending to study the schedule, even though there were only two buses.
The guy hissed loudly, drawing attention to himself. He said irritably, as if your refusal hadn't bothered him at all:

• Well, that's a shame.

The guy reached into the glove compartment, dug in, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled out one, lit it, took a drag... and immediately started coughing. He tossed the cigarette away and continued coughing. It was clear he'd never smoked in his life. He just wanted to look cool. It didn't work.