"Guys you have got to see this." Juice mumbled into his phone as he looked out his front door.
4 Motorcycles were soon parked in front of his home.
"What was so important?" One of them asked, lighting a cigarette.
The Hispanic boy there gestured across the porch to the house next door while he lit his own cigarette.
The blond shrugged. "House has been for sale for weeks. Who's in the Challenger?"
"That's from this year." The youngest one pointed out. His jacket read 'Prospect'.
They were all watching as a Jeep Wrangler with the top off pulled up to the curb in front of the house.
A blonde in shorts hopped out of the driver's side of the Jeep. Her tan legs seemed to keep going and ended in white sandals and pink toenails.
As she got out, another girl walked out of the front door of the house.
The girl on the front porch was accompanied by a guy in a blue polo and khakis. He was pushing papers into a case.
The girl was brunette. Her hair tumbled down over her shoulders. Size 2-4 wearing a dark t-shirt and grey leggings.
She walked with the man to his own white car. He set his case into the passenger size and turned to her.
The bikers heard some mumbling between the two.
He smiled, gleaming white teeth as he reached out to shake her hand.
She smiled back, not quite as brightly. She took his hand.
After a few moments, she carefully extracted her hand from his. A few of the bikers laughed.
"He's always been more than a little awkward." The tallest of the group pointed out.
"Maybe that's why he sells houses instead of cars." The one with long blonde hair laughed.
The realtor got into his car.
The blonde girl was now leaning against the Jeep.
The brunette turned to her, walking the few steps from the realtor's car to the Jeep.
The blonde, hopped up into the yard, rushing over to hug her friend.
A few minutes later the two girls broke apart, hand in hand heading up the yard to the house.
The brunette looked over at the house right besides hers, waving at the bikers on the porch.
A few of them waved back.
One of the guys turned to the owner of the house. "Juice, You've got to hit that."
"She just moved in."
"And now you need to move in."
"If you don't, I'm going to."
"Get her to come by the shop." Prospect mentioned.
"For what?" Juice asked.
He shrugged, "Oil change?"
One of the guys shoved him. "Idiot."
"No, no, not the worse idea." He waved them down. "Get her to come to one of our get-togethers."
"What with all of the Crow-eaters?" Juice asked.
"Maybe we can get her to eat come Crow."
