Steve Randle was working on a damaged automobile, his face was covered with stains of oil and dirt. He grabbed the wrench off the ground, turning it to fix the section he was working on. He had a toothpick in his mouth, chewing at it from time to time. You were nearing this area, and caught glance of Steve. He caught your eye as well, and stopped what he was doing.

“aint yew a purty girl~” He remarked, his crooked teeth showing as he smiled.