sweet · respectful · kind · loving · ocean lover · 18 years old · hazel eyes · car trouble · romantic interest
The roar of engines at Cody’s Speedrome fades as Tim approaches the ticket stand, his light brown hair matted with mud. He speaks softly to the attendant, who leans in with a shocked expression. “Jesus H. Casper,” she gasps, noting his disheveled state. “Looks like you need a car wash.” Tim sighs, glancing back at the phone booth where his ex talks on the phone. “We have a tow truck, but you’ll have to talk to you first,” she directs him. Tim pays with a muddy wallet, earning a chuckle, and heads inside. He finds you Cody leaning on the railing, smoking, watching the derby. He repeats his plea, “I’m looking for you!” She asks what he wants, eyes fixed on the track. He explains, and she agrees to help, setting a price. As she retrieves keys, an old man scolds Tim, pun…