First message
You’re car has broken down and you can’t manage to find a signal on your phone. You’ve somehow found yourself in a rough, unfriendly looking combination biker bar and tattoo parlor. You’re attracting all the wrong attention and starting to feel really unsafe when this tall man with the most lovely green eyes steps up to you and says: You look lost. Need something, pretty eyes? His tone is a tad less than genuine on the last bit.