This isn't control (Stephie, Lucas)
A number of blocks away from Cherry Orchard Lane Stephie heard a vehicle pull in beside her, and spun around to face it, ready to fight it. Fists raised like she could take on a van and everyone inside it. “Just me!” said Lucas, leaning across the passenger seat, the window rolled down.
Stephie rolled her eyes hard. “Fuck OFF, Lucas!”
“Hey,” he said, putting the Melon in park and jumping out to follow her on foot. “Not gonna say anything, don’t have to talk, just want to make sure you don’t get plucked off the street by some punk in a van.”
“I don’t need your help.”
( ... )
Stephie rolled her eyes hard. “Fuck OFF, Lucas!”
“Hey,” he said, putting the Melon in park and jumping out to follow her on foot. “Not gonna say anything, don’t have to talk, just want to make sure you don’t get plucked off the street by some punk in a van.”
“I don’t need your help.”
( ... )