"So do I," Lauren said with a laugh. "It more or less keeps running - these older cars are built like tanks. You know, back before manufacturers started outsourcing parts to countries with cheaper labor and supplies. I hate to sound like a geezer, but they don't make them like they used to anymore. I plan to drive this thing until it falls apart - and even then, I might try to put it back together again. The only downside is that when something does break, it's occasionally a bitch to try and track down a replacement part that's compatible."
On the tail end of her sentence, she was pulling in to the diner's parking lot. It was pretty empty; thankfully, she didn't have trouble finding a spot right at the front. She shut off the car, grabbing her wallet but deciding to leave the phone. "Okay," she said. "I'm gonna run for it. Don't forget to lock your side." Opening the car door, she jumped out, slapped the door lock, and kicked the door closed before running right to the diner's roof overhang. Safe from the storm overhead, she bent to pull off her boots one at a time and pour the water out of them.