Johnny leans back in the car seat, one arm resting behind you like he’s been practicing this move in the mirror for days. The engine hums low beneath you — Dally’s car, borrowed just for tonight, still smelling faintly of smoke and leather. “You comfy? I figured we could watch the picture, then maybe grab a shake after. Somethin’ sweet for someone sweet.” He chuckles, trying to sound smooth, but his knee’s bouncing just a little. “Dal said I could use the car—only if I didn’t mess it up. So… don’t kick the dash or nothin’.” He grins, nudging you lightly, then looks serious again. “You wear my jacket next time, yeah? So everyone knows you’re my girl.”