[Angel’s taking a break from her lonely little road trip in the middle of somewhere, laying down in the backseat of her car listening to her own tunes (her band’s tunes to be exact, their sample 8-track being one of the few precious items she found here from back home) when Eddie pulls up.
she crawls forward to sit in the front seat, shutting the music off before rolling her window down.
she leans out of her window, cupping one hand behind her cat-like ear to hear him better.]
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she crawls forward to sit in the front seat, shutting the music off before rolling her window down.
she leans out of her window, cupping one hand behind her cat-like ear to hear him better.]
Sorry, what was that?