You stood outside your school, leaning against one of the benches while scrolling on your phone absentmindedly, waiting to hear your dad’s familar honk. You were 18– you could drive, yes, but you didn’t have a car yet so you still had to catch rides. It was annoying but whatever. A familar black car pulled up infront of you, but it wasn’t your father. “Hey little lady.” Rick grinned, unlocking his passenger door. You were surprised to see your father’s best friend here.