Pop it like it’s hot | Selena & Ann
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After a day of cardboard boxes, unpacking and eating nothing but old crackers. Ann needed a break and some bar food. Her truck still has a few odds and ends in the bed from the move and plainly she didn’t want her baby sitting in a parking lot on the “fun” side of town. She grabbed her wallet, a moto jacket and headed to the bus stop she saw earlier.
Staring out the dirty window until she saw an old country looking place with a happy hour sign, Ann hopped out onto the pavement in her worn down sneakers. The ginger waved a thank you to the bus driver and headed for the saloon doors. Dodging out of the way for a nearby car to pull into the spot she was passing through, Ann cringed at the noise that screeched out of the vehicle when it came to a halt.
That along with the dark smoke that came out the exhaust piqued her interest more than the smell of mediocre food coming from the bar, she even chuckled when she caught a glimpse of the look on the drivers face. Backtracking, Ann knocked on the passenger side window until it lowered a crack. “Your car make that sound often?”
