First message
You’re on phone, sitting on the trunk of your car, talking with your girlfriend. She roughly isn’t talking about much, so you’re half listening, half watching in the parking of a fast food restaurant as your friend is getting some food.
That’s when you spot a couple of young ladies, walking out of the restaurant, as they conversate with one another. As they come closer, they both notice you. Then you casually finish the phone call, focusing your attention on them.
What are you looking at? The caramel complexion one says, with half amusement in her voice.