Charlie smiled and nodded. "Whatever you want. As long as you don't call me a pig for eating like a slob" he called back. His friends had dispersed from around his car and he jumped in, flickig the lock so Jenny could too. It was spotless inside, he often cleaned the inside, it was kind of like being house proud he figured.

They were heading to his favourite place, a tacky 50s diner with a working jukebox. They did the best milkshakes and he was practically a regular. Jenny probably already knew where they were going, he'd taken her there countless times before.