Jenny's New Perfect Match Ch.2
The weekdays passed to the weekend. Jenny took a walk up the street to Robotee's transportable home front, where he was practicing his military moves. "Hey Robotee!" "Oh. Hi Jenny." "What are you doing?" Jenny asked. "Just practicing my old warrior routine." "I see. Well I came to ask you if you want to go to the drive-in theater with me tonight." "Oh sure! I love drive-in theaters! It takes me back!" Robotee cheered in response. "Oh really?! You're not that old," Jenny laughed. "Well fictionally I am," Robotee corrected. " Right. Well see you tonight!" That night, Robotee was already exiting the front door of his home. Waiting for Jenny to arrive, he sees an old car pulling up as it appeared to be a remodeled 1957 Chevy Bel-Air convertible. Robotee thought it was just a stranger pulling over to his driveway until it got closer. It was Jenny. "Oh it's you," Robotee reconfirmed. "Well hop in, Boltis," Jenny drifted. He got in. "Nice car by the way. I didn't even know you drive this," Robotee commented. "Oh it's actually my mom's when she was young. At least it was hers. She just letted me have it since I re-embellished it myself. But thanks anyway." "Well you did a pretty good job remodeling it," Robotee added. "Thanks again!" Jenny repeated. In the meantime, they arrived at the drive-in theater, found a descent parking spot, and rolled down the windows plus the sunroof. "Hey. Jenny. You mind if I asked you something?" "Anything. Feel free to ask." "Where were you actually designed?" "I was actually designed in Japan. But I was imported and assembled here in America when my mom purchased my parts after doing thorough research and hard study on robotics." "Nice." The movie was about to start. Meanwhile, Jenny transformed one of her head tails into a satellite dish flashing rapidly in white at the same time Robotee activated his head antenna flashing slowly in red just so they can pick up the signal more. Yet they didn't even mind interrupting it. Jenny sipped her can of oil. "Here. Drink this," she tells Robotee. " Is that your oil?" He questioned. "M-hmm," Jenny mumbled yes. "Okay," He said easily as he started sipping it. "Holy nuts and bolts! This is delicious! This like the most delicious oil I've ever tasted! Tell me. What kind is this?" "It's the new Watashi Extreme. Made of 100% full Petroleum for the texture, 12 grams of Alkaline for the boost, and 12 grams of "metallic" Sodium for the ever pleasing taste." "Well where do you get these?" "I used to buy them at that Japanese market down the block but now that they actually got popular, I buy them at any store nearby." "Okay. Cool." They started watching the movie. Then Jenny sneezed. "Oh bless you, robo-girl," Robotee responded. "Whew. Thank you. It's been such a long while since I got in allergic contact with drive-in theater dust." "Well that's how it always has been for drive-in theaters." "That's true." Soon, the movie was done to the start of intermission until the next movie. "Hey Robotee. Come closer." "Okay," he replied nervously. "Now close your eyes." He did and at last, Jenny placed her lips on Robotee's as Doo Wop music began to play on the radio.
