More of my dribbles. You people must be getting tired of me.
Rayon liked to consider himself quite the ladies man. His style and attitude reeled them in with ease. Unfortunately, he preferred a lady with class, and a sense of fashion to match his own and many of the ladies of Motorcity weren’t quite to his standards. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate a tough woman, he just didn’t want to have to worry about getting his ass handed to him when a relationship didn’t go so well, and they never did.
Needless to say, Rayon was a bit startled when the lady Burner showed up to deliver his custom ordered part with an unusual passenger. She appeared to be fresh from Deluxe, judging by her wardrobe, and her hair was pulled up in a strange and fascinating way. After Julie handed him the box, he glanced over to the car to catch her staring at him, entranced. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face and he pulled his shades down for a better look.
Rayon almost laughed at the way she sunk into her seat, embarassed at having been caught. He watched them pull away and wondered if he’d ever see the girl again and get to properly introduce himself. Something told him he would indeed.
