you hop on your bike and head towards your girlfriends house.
you dont notice it until some man on the sidewalk whistles at you but your dress has flown up in the back. your face turns beat red, both with embarrassment and anger.

fuck him I shouldnt let him get away with that.

you press on, knowing that its safer for you to just let him go. it could get messy if you fought back.
like...real messy.

your girlfriend hops on the back of your bike after you text her that youve arrived. she brings you a pb&j, knowing that all youve probably consumed today is coffee.