Steve started the truck and fiddled with the heat for a moment, changing the direction of the center vents so they were pointed at the passenger and making sure it was on his feet as well. "It's got four walls and a door?" Steve said with a sheepish smile. "Sorry to bring you nothing but bad news."
He headed toward town, snow tires keeping them on course not to mention Steve knew the roads. "I'm Steve," he said, because he'd skipped that step. The town was small, but it was his and as he passed another car they flashed their lights at him in greeting and he waved through the windshield, slowing down and putting down the window. "Evening Mrs Drysdale," he greeted warmly.
"I haven't had a chance to thank you for fixing the roof in the kitchen, you'll have to come and let me make you dinner," she gushed.
"You don't need to thank me, but I'd never turn down one of your home cooked meals and a date with the pretties girl in town," he replied. "You get home safe you hear?" Steve added before they said their goodbyes and Steve parked in front of the general store.