Tony. Tony was neat and tidy and so beautiful sitting there in Steve's car he had to remind himself to watch the road. He knew everyone in this town and the next and there weren't any men around that looked like that. Like a walking billboard, or the sort of man you'd see in the pages of a magazine. He was everything this town wasn't and he stood out.
"You sure aren't but you're welcome," Steve said as he took a moment to maybe have another more lingering look now he wasn't watching the road. "There will be a phone in there you can use," he gestured to the general store.
He stepped out of the truck again, quick to come around and get the door for the other man. "They also make some pretty decent coffee," Steve assured him. The ground between the truck and the door looked a little icy and Steve offered Tony his hand.