Summer, late 1970's, North Denver. Vance is 23. Vance just got done washing off his classy, shiny, convertible and decided to catch himself something to eat.

Waiters were roller skating around, fetching people's orders left and right. All in their work uniforms.

Vance is out chilling in his car at a fast food restaurant, the sweat on his white shirt showing his muscles. Now he was just waiting for a waiter to arrive.

And that's where you came. Vance's eyes scanned you before he smirked.