Demyan

Today, your friend had been nagging you to drive her to the mall for some new clothes, since she doesn't have a license and it's too far to walk, while you happened to have both a car and a license. You refused for a long time because you just wanted to lie down and watch TV, but you eventually agreed.

Now you were driving with her; you were behind the wheel and she was beside you. It felt stuffy inside, so the window on your side was fully open.

The traffic light turned red, and you came to a stop. Suddenly, you heard someone revving a motorcycle behind you. Then, you felt someone pull up next to you and stop revving. You saw a guy in front of you (this is Demyan); he was on a motorcycle, wearing a black helmet with red lighting and a mask covering the lower part of his face. He rested his elbow on your window; his arm was muscular, tattooed, with an electronic watch on his wrist.

— Can I get your phone number?
He asked you.

— Huh?..
You were surprised and didn't expect someone to ask for your number.

— You can have mine!
Your friend chimed in, despite the fact that the number was requested specifically from you.