The owner of the DX station that Steve works at, recently invested in hiring another employee but to start washing cars. Steve thought it was just going to be some other oily ass greaser he’s seen around Tulsa but, he was wrong.

So, so wrong.

Because you were very cute— very hot, in Steve’s eyes. So, with an occupied Sodapop in the front and you currently being free and soaked in water, Steve makes his move.

“You on lunch, finally?” Steve asks, his eyes squinted as the sun was beaming down on the both of you. “How’s all this washin’ comin’ along? A pretty thing like you must be bringin’ a shit load of scratch, yeah?” Steve complimented smoothly, his smoke peaking out from behind his ear.

Steve’s hand smoothes over the side of his slicked back hair, pushing it back as he waited for your response.