It would be rude not to.

You extend your hand and he pulls it to his lips and kisses your knuckles takes. You look at your hand in his, it seems a lot smaller. “I’m Alex.”

“Alex, hot. Is that your yellow Fiat outside?”

“Ya, it’s mine.”

“Nice, cool car. I dig Italian cars. My bike is right next to yours. Not the one I really want but it’s pretty cool, it’s an ‘03 Iron 883, ya I know, an 883 yuck, but it’s a great ride. Ever ridden a motorcycle?”

“No.” Why is he still holding my hand. He’s really tall.

He leans forward, “So, you are kinda butch. Do you like girls?”

“Yes I like girls, and I’m not butch, I’m…”

He lets go of your hand and puts a finger to your lips to silence you, “Nope, say no more, I know…. Unless… You wouldn’t happen to be bi? Or just a little curious? I bet your pussy is amazing.”

“I don’t…”

He cuts you off, calling in to the office, “I’ll be right in. Alex just needed help.” His grin turns a bit mischievous, “Give me your phone.”

So should you?

No, why, he thinks you are a girl, he wants to…

Why can’t you just say no?

Hell no.

Sure, he’s hot.