Vanagon

Smoking hot

As they finished up their breakfast, Lucy began to come down from her high. She felt the emotional exhaustion kick in, Frank saw this and made sure to ask the waitress for a cup of coffee to go.

"Hey, sleep it off at my place. Then in the evening, you can go off onto your adventure again?" Frank said.

"That sounds good, thanks," Lucy replied.

They began to drive, once more Lucy following Frank like a lost puppy. She wanted a warm shower, heavy blankets, and maybe someone to hold her. Only two seemed possible when they would arrive at Frank's place. It wasn't anything fancy, just a simple old house. Stains on the carpet that made one question what it would be. But of course, one would not want to know. Lucy has been there when she was too high to go home, or Frank was too drunk so she would stay. They would take care of each other. Frank's house seemed to be owned by a bachelor uncle, dirty, in simple words. Some smoke came into view for Lucy, she quickly looked at her hands and around her to make sure she hadn't lit a blunt or cigarette. It wouldn't be the first time she has forgotten something she was smoking lit, laying somewhere. Her eyes concentrated on the road once more. Her Forehead wrinkled as if she were to solve a difficult math problem. In this case, the problem involved a mysterious smoke. Lucy checked the side mirror, the van smoking from the back. As if the van was the roadrunner leaving smoke in its trail. Slowly the car began to slow down. Puffing like when Lucy took her first bong rip. The temperature gauge kept rising. Lucy quickly stomped on the brakes, turned off the car, and took cover in some bushes.

"Wait...is it gonna explode? Is that how old cars work? Shit, I don't know."

Lucy's heart was beating so fast, she could hear it in her ears. Her hand shakily reached for her phone, and she slowly moved around the bush, walking cautiously towards the car.

"What happened?" Frank answered.

"Uhm..the van is...smoking?" Lucy said.

"What? Wait you're not behind me! Where are you?!"

The screeches of wheels were heard in the distance of the phone call.

"Probably not that far-" Frank cut her off.

"I see you-"

*beeeep* Frank signaled with his horn. 

Frank pulled up not too far from Lucy, he quickly got out of his car.

"Oh shit, now I see what you meant by smoking.."

Frank stood next to Lucy, both dumbfounded at the smoke. They stared at the smoke as if they were camping, staring at the bond fire.

"I think it's the coolant?" Frank said.

"What?" Lucy asked.

"I am not a mechanic...but I do know one," Frank replied.

Frank squinted at his phone, slowly scrolling through his contacts.

"Oh, there he is."

Frank pressed the call button and waited.

"Shit." Frank hung up.

"What?"

As soon as Lucy replied Frank's phone rang.

"Frank here. Hey-yeah it's been a while. I need to cash in that favor... uhm I'll send you my location? Thanks." Frank hung up and handed the phone to Lucy.

"Send our location to that number Luz."

"I am not your fucking secretary," Lucy replied.

"Oh please, as if I could even afford one. Look, you want your van fixed?" Frank pointed out. 

Lucy gave a deep sigh and began to type.

"Yeah you do that, fuck I need a smoke now."

Frank pawed at his pockets till he felt the familiar squishy rectangle. He pawed once more in search of a lighter. Suddenly an object was thrown at his face.

"Ouch. Couldn't you just have handed me the lighter?" Frank replied.

"I'm not your fucking secretary," Lucy replied.

Frank chuckled at her response, she's always so witty toward him.

"So what now?" Lucy asked.

"We wait, simple as that," Frank responded.

They both sat on the trunk of Frank's car. Sharing silence once more, this a common ritual between each other. Waiting in silence, almost always outside. Both thinking, Lucy observing pointing things out to Frank. Frank answered with a grunt or chuckle. Admiring Lucy's observations, things that Frank would never see. And seeing the way Lucy compared things. This is a moment they would both cherish.