So I just read this article about a cop who left his 8 year old son overnight in the garage in below zero temperature. The poor boy died of hypotension. Some people are scum. How are they even able to walk on the face of the Earth. Anyway, on with the story, thanks to everyone who reviewed and favorited/followed.

It was around two in the afternoon. Soda was at the register at the DX. There weren't that many customers, and he was flipping through a car magazine. "Excuse me," a voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked up and saw none other than Andy and Tiffany standing next to him. Soda's heart skipped a beat. "May I help you?" He mumbled tossing the magazine aside.

"Hi Soda, you work here," Tiffany smiled.

"So this is what you do for a living," Andy said in a condescending tone of voice.

"Andy," Tiffany tried to hush him, "that's not nice, sorry," she smiled at Soda.

"Is everything alright?" Steve walked upfront. He recognized Tiffany from the time they met her at Buck's, and realized that the guy next to her must be Andy. Soda told Steve everything, so Steve glared at Andy.

"We need to rent a car," Andy said in the same condescending voice, "Something nice, a Mercedes perhaps."

"Suit yourselves," Steve barked, while Soda all of the sudden seemed to be preoccupied with rearranging the candy bars on the counter.

In a few minutes Steve pulled up in a red shiny Mercedes Benz. Andy proceeded to pay. "I'll charge you one dollar less," Soda said venom in his voice. Andy glared at him, then all of the sudden he noticed Soda's earring with the photo of him and Tiffany. "What's that?" Andy pointed at the earring.

"What does it look like to you?" Soda glared, "an earring." Tiffany blushed.

"Do you always take pictures with other people's girlfriends?" Andy almost spat. "Andy, it's nothing please don't make a scene," Tiffany almost cried.

"No, I'd like to know if he always takes pictures with other people's girlfriends." "No, I made an exception just for you," Soda said through clenched teeth.

"Andy let's just go," Tiffany tried pulling him aside.

"Get in the car," Andy barked at her. She turned around one last time and gave Soda an apologetic look. Then they drove off.

Soda's face was red with anger and his hands were shaking. Steve walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder. "Maybe you should forget it man. If she's dating someone as this she's not worthy of you." Soda shrugged "that's the thing she seems really great. I don't know what she sees in him. She's from a really small town. Maybe he seems a big shit to her." Soda mumbled then he sighed, "I'm gonna have Tim look into who this guy is and what a hell he is doin' here in Tulsa."

After his shift was over Soda went straight to Tim Sheppard's place. Tim opened the door a bottle of beer in hand and a joint between his lips. The whole place smelled of pot. Soda tried not to show his discomfort.

"Curtis whattya doing here?" Tim supplied taking the joint out.

"I have a favor to ask."

"Spit it out."

"There is this guy in town. He's from Miami, he just got here two days ago but he's been acting as if he owns everyone. His name is Andy Collins." Soda had caught his last name on the credit card when he paid for the car. Tim smiled, "will do. Why'd you need to know?"

"He's from Miami, there's a girl with him I kinda… kinda like. I thought if anyone could find out who the hell he is, it would be you. He's staying at Buck's"

"You u are at the right place I'll find out for ya. Now you kind of got me curious too." Tim chuckled and took a drag.

"Oh, and one more thing," Soda added with a frown, "He's loaded. If I had to guess he is in some gang in Miami."

"Like I said you are at the right place."

"Thanks Tim," Soda said. Tim nodded, "see ya around."

Tiffany woke up and stretched in bed, she looked at the clock it was 11 a.m. She slept late. Andy was gone. On the night stand there was a note – "had to leave be back at 5 Andy." She wondered briefly what it was that Andy did. He was clearly very wealthy. She convinced herself that she really didn't want to know how he made his money. He seemed very educated and very smart. If he didn't want her to know how he made his money it's for her own good.

She went downstairs. It smelled of burnt coffee and soap. It was almost empty. She got a toast and a cup of coffee. As she was sipping her coffee she caught herself thinking of Soda. He sure is good looking, she thought, but it was more than that. He was so carefree and fun to be around. She had to admit to herself that she had so much fun the other day at the shooting gallery. She tried to shoo away those thoughts, but she kept thinking of him. Then she thought what a hell was she supposed to do here all by herself until 5 p.m. She didn't know anybody. She decided to go to the DX. It's just to kill time, she convinced herself. It's not because she liked Soda or anything.

Soda was carrying a tire to change on one of the cars. He looked up and saw Tiffany walking towards the DX. He dropped the tire, she looked beautiful - she was wearing a back blouse and jeans. Her hair was down.

"Hi Soda," she greeted, "Andy is not here again, I was bored, I don't really know anyone here so I thought I'd visit you. I hope I won't interrupt your work." "Interrupt my work," Sod repeated, "oh no." He smiled, thinking that she had already interrupted his work long before showing up since all he could think of was her, and he could barely focus on his work.

"Tell you what - my shift is almost over. I can take you somewhere so you won't be bored. How does bowling sound?" Soda blurted out before he even gave it a thought. She was thoughtful a moment then shrugged "that would be nice, but it's only 12:30 and your shift is already over?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "Don't worry about it. I'll be right out. Just wait a minute." That was a total lie Soda's shift wasn't over until 8 p.m. but he couldn't let a chance to spend time with Tiffany pass him by. He ran to the back where Steve was working on one of the cars.

"Hey Steve, buddy," Soda ran his fingers through his hair, "Can you do me a favor?" Steve looked up from the car, "what's wrong?"

"No, what's right?" Soda grinned. "Tiffany is here, I want to take her bowling can you cover for me?" Steve gave him a sly smile. "Sure thing man. Just remember I want details."

"Oh please," Soda replied but grinned at the same time.

"Go ahead, get out of here," Steve wiggled his eyebrows.

"Thanks man," Soda called after him, while walking back to where Tiffany was waiting. "Ok all set. It's not far from here," Soda said trying not to sound too happy, "we can walk."

They walked into the bowling place. There were not many people as it was during the day. "So are you as good at bowling as you are at singing?" Tiffany asked with a smile. Soda burst into laughter, "you call that drunken yelling I did the other day singing?"

"No, you were quite good, I couldn't tell you were drunk." Soda laughed again. "I'm as good at bowling as I am at getting a target at a shooting gallery." She smiled, "we'll just see about that."

They started playing, and Tiffany was winning. She was having a lot o f fun, and deep inside she felt guilty that she was having so much fun without Andy. Finally the game was over. "I beat you," Tiffany laughed.

"Yeah, you did."

"And you said you are good at it."

"I guess not as good as I thought. Do you want to go grab something to eat? I'm starving." Tiffany was starving too she didn't have anything but a toast and a cup of coffee in the morning. She looked at her watch. It was 3:30. "I guess we can go grab a bite. But we have to be quick, I have to be back at Buck's at 5. That's when Andy gets back or we could actually eat at Buck's"

"No way. Food at that place is disgusting. I know a good place not far from here." They were in the middle class territory now, and Soda knew a really nice restaurant in the area. His parents took him and his brothers there once.

They reached the restaurant. The weather was really nice so they took the table in the sitting area outside. It was really warm, and a nice Fall breeze was brushing against their skin. The place was really nice. Buck's was a dump compared to this.

Relaxing music was playing. The waiter brought the menus. "Would you like something to start?" he said.

"A glass of white wine for me, would you like one?" Soda asked Tiffany. She was hesitant a moment then nodded. "Yes please." The waiter left.

"Oh, this place is really nice, are you sure this is ok?"

"What's the matter?" Soda put the menu aside, "I bet Andy takes you to even nicer places all the time. Or is it because I work at a gas station, and you think I can't afford it?"Soda couldn't help it he sounded bitter. She looked him right in the eyes, "I didn't mean it like that. I don't really care where you work. I told you I'm from a tiny town, and all I had going for me there was a waitress job." Soda's face turned red." I'm sorry I didn't mean it." She smiled, "it's ok."

"So do you know what you are going to do in Miami?" She was thoughtful, "don't laugh, but I want to go to design school. I'm good at sewing, and it was my dream to be a designer, but I don't have the money to pay for it." He interrupted, "so you think Andy is going to pay for it." She was silent, "I haven't talked to him about it yet, but I think he won't have a problem with it. I will get a job too."

The misc was playing, "would you like to dance?" Soda stretched his hand towards her. It was later now, and there were more people. Some were dancing. She smiled, "I dunno..."

"Please, just one dance."

"Ok," she smiled again. They went to the dance floor. The music was really nice. Tiffany felt relaxed. She caught herself resting her head on Soda's shoulder. The music stopped but another song started right away.

They kept dancing. Suddenly Tiffany looked at the watch." Oh my God, it's 6:30 I was supposed to met Andy at 5." She looked really flustered. "Please let's go quickly he'll be mad." Soda bit his bottom lip. He paid quickly, and they left. It didn't help that they didn't have a car and had to walk. Tiffany was walking really fast, and Soda trudged behind her. "I'm sure he'll understand," he called after her trying to keep his frustration out of his voice. She didn't respond just kept walking faster.

Finally they reached Buck's. "Just blame it all on me," Soda whispered right before they entered. Once they entered they spotted Andy once again at the table by the window. He saw them right away. He didn't bother to get up and meet them by the door, he only nodded slightly, acknowledging their presence. "Maybe you should go," Tiffany said to Soda.

"No, why? I should stay so you can blame it all on me."

"Please just go Soda." She whispered.

"Ok," Soda bit his bottom lip. He turned around and left.

Tiffany went by the table where Andy was sitting. He looked mad. "So I see you are not bored when I'm not here."

"Please Andy it's not what you think. I had nothing to do, and he suggested we go bowling." She skipped the part about her going to the DX.

"So is it too much to ask to be here on time?"

"Sorry," she said again, "I lost track of time."

"You know this business that I'm doing here I am trying to get a better life for both of us," he emphasized the word "both" "the least you could do is show up on time."

"It won't happen again I promise." Tears welled up in her eyes.

Soda exited Buck"s slamming the door. He really liked Tiffany and if before he was hesitant now he was sure. He realized it when they were dancing. Andy is a piece of shit he could tell. How could she say that she loves him.

Later that night lying in bed next to sleeping Andy Tiffany was thinking about her life. How she was from a tiny town, and didn't amount to anything. Would Andy really pay for her to go to a design school? Then her thoughts drifted to Soda. She caught herself thinking that she'd like to know him better. Finally she admitted to herself that she liked him. He's her own age, and Andy seemed so old compared to Soda. She sighed and closed her eyes convincing herself that it's not possible between her and Soda. In a few days she'll be out of here. She'll go to Miami. That's all she wanted right? Right, so why couldn't she feel happy. She sighed again and fell asleep.