“It ain’t much, but she’s special t’ me.” Wolfman, or Henry, told you as he had begun to show off his new car to you.

He wasn’t lying, it wasn’t much. Just a simple car with a sunroof, but as long as it was enough for the two of you, neither of you minded.

“C’mon, get’n’er,” He grinned, sliding across the hood and slipping into the drivers seat. Once you were settled beside him, he started the engine, and a loud roar came from the back.

“Hot damn!” He cheered, an excited look on his face.