Walking around my neighborhood last night, I passed a cute girl sitting in a parked truck. Her head whipped around when I passed into her peripheral vision.
“Did I startle you?” I asked her, while still walking.
She called out the window, “No, I thought you were my friend.”
“Nope,” I said over my shoulder, still walking away, but slowly. “We haven’t met yet.”
She laughed. “Not yet?”
I called back over my shoulder, “Not sure I trust you, though. You’re the one lurking in a parked car!”