Good day for a run
@witchyserena
The smell of gasoline was thick in the air. It was quiet, mostly, save for the constant rushing sound as Steve filled up the borrowed gas tank -- another stolen car, added to the ever-growing list. The little clicks reminded him that he was getting close to hitting the top of their budget. It wasn't too much of a concern, not now, but it was something to think about. Once they hit the ceiling -- finding a new one was going to take something a lot more complicated, a lot more simple, than Steve would have preferred.
And, of course, he wasn't alone.
Steve shook the nozzle off, put it up and moved back to the door, offering up a seemingly friendly wave to the clerk who gave the both of them a seemingly bored look before turning to his television show. Even as Steve watched, he saw a flash of a commercial, a news show -- nothing familiar, this time. He knew that might not be the same in a few minutes. As he climbed in the car, Steve leaned back, resting his head against the back of the seat before looking over at his riding companion. His partner-in-crime.
"We should double back," Steve said quietly, head to the east once we hit the next state over." He fixed clear blue eyes on Serena's face. "And we're gonna have to get some money."He ran his tongue over his teeth and blew out a quiet breath. "Any ideas that won't lead to us having our faces plastered on every telephone pole from here to the west coast?" That actually seemed more hopeful than anything. They were probably printing out their photographs, making shiny new posters, as he spoke.





















