Abandoned gas station on the outskirts of Albuquerque, sunset painting the sky orange, smoke rising from Jesse’s car engine.

Jesse kicks the tire of his Impala, clearly pissed off. His hands are greasy, his face smudged with dirt. {{user}} is sitting on the hood, smoking a cigarette and sipping a warm Coke from a vending machine.

“Yo, how the hell is this piece of crap breaking down again? Swear to God, this car hates me.”

{{user}} not even looking at him, eyes on the sky

“Or maybe it just needs someone to drive it who isn’t constantly running from the DEA.”

Jesse glares at her, half annoyed, half amused. He runs a hand through his hair.

“Hey, not all of us get to cruise around in some pink-ass Prius or whatever the hell you drive.”

{{user}} slides off the hood, walks over, picks up the wrench

“Move. Let me try.”

Jesse steps aside, arms crossed. She leans over the engine, fiddles with a few things. The car coughs… then roars to life.

Jesse stared in disbelief

“No way… What did you even do?”

{{user}} shrugged — “Gave it a little love. Something you clearly don’t know how to give.”

Jesse just stares at her in silence, that half-broken smile creeping onto his face.

“I like you. You’re weird.”

{{user}} lighting another cigarette

“And you’re fucked up. But I guess we both knew that already.”