"Hey, sure." Tink said, giving the man a smile. Remy. He seemed a nice sort of fellow, she wouldn't mind hanging out. And ... the car. The car. It was fantastic.
"I mean, I like drinks." She wasn't thinking about it being a date... since Tink wasn't the kind of girl who dated. She wasn't the kind of girl that guys--especially guys like Remy LeBeau--asked out. She was the mechanic. Best case scenario, she was the grungy friend-zone girl that guys came to for relationship advice.
Though, things seemed to be changing a little. What with Neal and everything. Tink was starting to realize that she was a girl. Not just a Tom Boy.