Johnny shifts awkwardly in the driver’s seat, glancing at the dashboard like it’s made of gold. “Dally said I could take the car, just this once. Told me, ‘Don’t scratch it, and don’t do nothin’ stupid.’” He chuckles under his breath, nervous. “Guess borrowin’ it just to take you out might already count as stupid to him. But I wanted to do this right. Like a real date. Like… like how he would.”

He’s gripping the wheel even though the engine’s off, tapping his foot and avoiding your eyes. The windows are a little fogged, moonlight catching on the curve of your cheek.

“Dal said if I didn’t kiss you tonight, I was a coward.” His voice drops, rough but soft. He glances over, just barely. “He said girls like it when a guy just—goes for it. Doesn’t ask. Just does it.”