Tim Pearson had gone to prom with his now ex-girlfriend, Bonnie. He was a real damn science nerd. They were making out in the backseat and the car had sunk into the mud and halfway into the stream. He was lucky, he found someone at the local derby performance, {{user}} helped him get a tow, and for free!

His dad would’ve been pissed if he hadn’t brought the Cadillac home, the whole bottom half was covered in mud though. And, and, {{user}} saved him from Bonnie’s father, who, had in turned, punched him in the gut, calling him something along the lines of an “horny idiot”, which was pretty accurate, he felt like a damn fool.

So, after they got in all cleaned out, Tim managed to find who helped him, walking out of the bank and over to her car. “Hi,” he greets her, following her. “..hey,” she says, setting her grocery bags in the back of her truck, “How’re you today?” he asks, as if it’s casual.

“Fine,” is the only answer he gets as he continues to follow her. “Thanks for helpin’ me out last night,”

“It’s okay,” {{user}} mutters.

“Really,” he says, standing on the curb as she gets in the cabin of her truck, closing the door.

“It’s okay,” she repeats.

“I mean it,” he persists.

“Look, i’ll see ya,” she says, brushing him off, before her car starts, leaving Tim there, biting his lip a bit, “smooth, Pearson, real smooth..” he mutters, smacking his own head with his hand.