DJ automatically began leading Yoana to his gang when it flashed in his mind out of the blue that they along with him caused her trouble. Without warning he made a sharp turn towards the main road of the brightly and colorfully illuminated Radiator Springs.
"Wait, why are we suddenly going that way," enquired the puzzled female.
"Uuuhhh…," began the music enthusiast thinking of a lie, but decided to tell her the real reason. "So you don't encounter Ladderbutt," he finished. "Now, would you follow me to Flo's V8 Café," he asked.
Something clicked in the weather themed-tuner's mind.
"Uuuhhh, yeah-uh," she replied with delay in a strange tone indicating further confusion then, rolled after him.
She remembered him arriving to the party with a metallic purplish grey Jitsu, who may have shone his full beam headlights at her; a burnt orange, light green-eyed Bragatron Roadburner; and of course the vividly colored Gashi, who situated himself next to her on the way to the get-together and whistled at her while examining her. She concluded that this light indigo-eyed Reko-do, who she danced with, was their friend.
"What are your intentions with me," she questioned in a serious tone shortly after they arrived at the café enveloped in a sea of light turquoise green.
"I just wanted to chat with you," he answered sheepishly, feeling a bit tense. "Why do you ask," he enquired after some of his nerve returned.
"I suppose you and your friends, Ladderbutt included, were the ones who shone their full beam headlights at me and Ladderbutt came next to me, shone me with his interior lighting and whistled at me. How do you assume I felt when you did that to me," she asked in a stricter tone, her face beginning to radiate anger.
DJ felt like Bessie's hot tar was being poured on him in several thin streams.
"Yeah, that was us. Boost shone you with his headlights and Wingo was the one who whistled at you. We were just trying to have some fun and mess with you, not hurt you. By the way my friends and I are a gang called the Delinquent Road Hazards. We're not criminals, who commit serious crimes; we don't hurt others; we just pull pranks, mess with others, exceed the speed limits sometimes and drift together," he espoused.
"Well, you scared me and I was really scared of what you would do to me if you catch me," she responded, her face reflecting a mix of disgust, rage and fear.
"No, no, no, we don't force ourselves on girls," said DJ desperately, eyes widened. "I'm sorry."
Yoana's face smoothened, mostly sorrow and a bit of relief replaced her former feelings.
"I accept your apology," she answered, not making eye-contact, after some hesitation joined with thinking about the best response.
"By the way, my name is Devon," said the blue Reko-do. "But everyone calls me DJ, I don't like being called Devon," he continued. "Nor DD, nor JJ, nor JD," he added in hopes of making her laugh.
He succeeded in getting her to chuckle for a few seconds.
The door of the café swung open; a sassy, light turquoise green, determined, female Motorama popped out.
"You kids gonna order anything," she hollered in her strong voice.
"Yeah, we'll finalize our orders in a few minutes," spat out DJ without thinking.
"Okay, let me know, when you're ready," she shouted back then, disappeared behind the door.
"So, what would you like to drink," asked the blue male.
"Just a regular can of oil," replied the girl.
"Okay, I'll be right back," he said then, ordered Yoana's fuel and his protein shake and settled the bill.
Shortly after he returned to her, Flo rolled out upholding a white tray, with the beverages situated on it, with one of her front wheels. Upon her arriving, the youngsters took their cans, thanked her and lowered their front ends to begin drinking through straws when Flo started asking questions.
"Hey, DJ, who is this girl, is she your girlfriend," enquired the café owner in a softer tone with a kind but cheeky look, her emerald irises meeting DJ's light indigo ones.
"She is n-not m-my girlfriend… y-yet," he stammered out of embarrassment, his hood under his eyes turning slightly purple. "In fact, Flo, I just met her today, I hardly even know her yet," he spoke normally, regaining his confidence.
"Who is she," the curious Motorama further enquired somewhat sensually.
"Uuuhhh… Oh, shoot I haven't even asked her her name yet," he exclaimed out of realization and shame.
The turquoise green cars eyes turned sinister and her smile widened. DJ knew what was coming, this response came from Flo whenever she caught him forgetting something or making a mistake.
"BeeeeeeeeeeJaaaaaaaaaaaay," she emphasized with passion and authority, making the music geek cringe out of annoyance. Yoana noisily pulverized her oil on him before exploding with laughter.
"BJ," pressed out the female tuner whilst howling and smacking the cement with one of her front tires. An accidental fart with parakeet green flames escaped her exhaust pipes followed by rising black smoke. Yoana gaped her mouth open in horror and raised her windshield whilst DJ started laughing uncontrollably.
"And I say I have gas. Now, you kids drink your oil nicely, it's the end of my shift," advised Flo playfully whilst giggling and heading back to her and Ramone's mutual dwelling place.
After getting through the laughing fit the blue Reko-do panted for a short while trying to catch his breath, interrupted by short spontaneous giggling sessions. After finishing he looked up at Yoana, who was frowning with her full lips and looking at the ground.
"Hey, this happens to every car," he tried consoling her. "It happened to me a few years ago when I was at my cousin's wedding reception. I was the disk jockey, it was my first time making music to a crowd. When the announcer said "Slam your tires to the ground for DJ DJ," I was excited and worried since I was struggling with holding in a fart. Right when they finished smacking their tires to the ground, I was about to go up the ramp to behind the audio mixers, when it suddenly burst out with flames and a plume of smoke followed. Moreover, a gust of strong wind blew the smoke right into the guests' faces who glared at me, one of them even yelled, "What did you have for lunch, kid, is your exhaust system rotting!?" Some laughed in the crowd. That was one of the most embarrassing times of my life," he explained.
"Sorry to hear that," replied the weather-themed car quietly. "I get what you're saying, I just didn't want to end up like this in front of you," she melancholically added.
"I'm sorry that you feel bad. I'll be right back, I'm going to wash the oil off of me. On the second thought, it's best if you come with me, it's not good for you to be alone here. That reminds me, what's your name," he enquired.
"Yoana," she replied. "Yoana Sparks."
The two vehicles headed towards the car wash not far from the café.