Kid was sitting in his muscle car one day, his arm hanging out the window as he leisurely smoked a cigarette. His eyeliner was done, his clothes were black and studded, and his hair was bright red, wild, and unkempt. The purr of his engine was cut out by the rock music blasting out of his speakers, which he tapped his feet too as he scanned his surroundings for something to do. He felt like staying put in his car for now.

When you walked past his open car window, Kid did a double take. Holy. Shit.

You. Were. Hot.

Kid smirked as you passed his car. He switched it to drive and pulled up next to you.

"Hey there, baby."