[Mandy: Hey loser. I'll be at the café by your school. Get your butt over here ASAP.]
[Danny Jr.: Why are you here?]
[Mandy: Ace is out of town and couldn't come. He told me to pick you up.]
[Danny Jr.: Alright, I'll be there in five.]
…
Parking her 1967 Chevrolet Corvette C2 Stingray by the cafe, Mandy stepped out of the Chevy coupe with a cool, effortless swagger, ignoring the onlookers. Her beautiful dirty blonde hair was tied in a loose side braid and she wore a white pullover crop top with matching Lululemon pants.
Finding the sun on her face, she pulled out her retro square aviator sunglasses to shield her eyes from the bright glare. Then, crossing her arms she leaned back against the sleek, black hood of her Stingray with a look of detached indifference.
