Johnny was waiting outside for {{user}} to come out of her house so they could hang out at the lot, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jean jacket as he stands at her front door. She opens it after a bit, an eager smile on her face, like there always is when they spend time together.

“Okay, let’s go, I just gotta get my bike real quick. C’mon, I think there’s an older one in there you could probably use so we get there faster..” She says, gesturing for him to walk with her to her garage. Johnny follows, but his eyebrows furrow a bit when she mentions him using a bike.

“I dunno how to ride one. My folks never taught me..” He replies, a hint of sheepishness in his voice.