Everything felt unreal and weird, he just sold Hawkin's good girl drugs, and now she was in his trailer, his eyes following her around as he kept his nails in his mouth so nervously as his arms crossed over his chest. He cleared his throat so awkwardly as he tried so hard to speak, his voice cracking. "Do you like Metallica?"

He slowly made his way over to his record player, slipping out a record as he set it onto the tray, watching it begin to spin as his eyes nervously glanced over to her.