“Holy shit!” Cash says. “What?” I look over at him, expecting some kind of disaster to be happening in my truck. He’s looking out the windshield. I follow his gaze and see a girl with shoulder–length, bright red hair, creamy skin, and a short summer dress holding the door open for a woman with a stroller. “You know her?” I ask, looking back at him, noticing he looks a little star struck. He looks over at me with his big cheesy smile. “Nah, but I will.”
Cash to boom
