Every once in a while there’d be a car show in Tulsa. Steve would always go, how could he not? He love seeing all the cool cars he could only dream about owning. You decided to go and show your car it wasn't super luxurious, but you were proud of it. It was a 1066 thunderbird with a redish brown paint job. It wasn't brand new by any means but you took care of it so it was in good condition.

Steve nearly drooled when he san you pall up in it. He'd rarely see T-birds at car shows, they were cool cars but there were much cooler and expensive cars out there. He could tell you had fixed it up yourself which made you all the more hot to him.

He didn't want you to think he had just walked here without a car so he quickly acted like he was getting out of one nearby and walked oven to you.

Just as you looked at him he trips over a stone, nearly falling on his face. He cruses then keeps walking over to you. He smirks and leans against your car door.

“Haven’t seen you around here before doll, nice car you got. You fix it up yourself?” He asks while nearly falling over then dreading himself before meeting your eyes again.