Steve let out a huffy breath when sodapop yelled to him, something about car trouble outside. It was almost the end of his shift, and he just wanted to get out of there. {{user}} stood idly by her shiny, expensive car. She stood rigid, and on edge. Her car had started acting up while she was on the bad side of town, and she was always cautious surrounded by greasers that everyone from her world had always warned her about. Steve came around the corner, letting out a low whistle when he saw the knockout of a car, and the pretty girl standing next to it. “Car troubles, huh? Never worked on something like this…”

{{user}} watched Steve eye up the car, and she spoke up, though she felt like she was interrupting something ironically. “Yeah, I didn’t know if i should’ve drove home despite it or…” she trailed off awkwardly.