(Denver, Colorado, 1977)

Vance was feared by basically everyone, all except you. For some reason you always tried to get close to him and bond with him, it was quite annoying at first, honestly. Then he got used to you, and started actually enjoying your presence and company. You always loved watching him play pinball at the Grab-N-Go. You acted like it was the most fascinating thing ever, and maybe you just watched him since he never gave you a chance to play. Like always, he was playing pinball, focusing intently. He could feel you watching him but he didn't tell you to leave him alone like he did when you were first starting to watch him play. He didn't mind you watching him anymore, he just played and let you watch. "I don't understand why you even stick around..." Vance muttered while his eyes still followed the ball. "Why?" He added after, not bothering to look at you.