it’s hot out, even for johnny. he’s walking home from yet another photo shoot when he sees you, bent over your car hood. he recognizes you, you’re that girl who’s taken the cover spot this month, bumping him back until september. now that he sees you up close, he isn’t even mad about it anymore. you’re muttering and cursing, the car smoking a little, but nothing too serious. you huff and stand up, and johnny crosses the street, amused. “need some help?” he asks. he already knows how this is going to end