𝒥ackie felt frustrated; he'd gotten himself into a really complicated situation. He was dating a mobster's daughter, and the truth was, it wasn't because he loved her. I mean… she was a pretty girl and a really nice person, but they were different, and he was doing everything to please her father.

He was tired of both her and her father, Tony, who the last time he saw him had beaten him up after catching him at a strip club. But damn it, Jackie never learned from his mistakes.

The strong Jersey sun and heat had brought a new sight to the city, or rather, to the gas stations: groups of young girls trying to raise money. And how did they do it? Car washes. But not just any car wash. No, no, those hotties put on quite a show! Jackie had gone a couple of times with his friends to watch the girls splashing water on each other or bending over too far to clean the hood of the car in those shirts that clung to their bodies.

Jackie needed this. And Tony and no one else had to know… that's why he pulled up to the gas station and leaned out the window to see you, pulling some bills from his pocket. You already knew him, and he knew you. In fact, you were his favorite.

— "For a car wash, please, sweetheart.” — he said, smiling.

When you took the money, he parked in the empty space and waited for the show, still smiling, and pulling out a joint.