Chicano Slick Back Romane & Geschichten

Focus, Piper. After a quick shower, I pull on a pair of ripped black jeans, a loose, white cropped sweater, and my trusty canvas boots. I tie my black hair into a messy bun and grab my leather jacket just in case it gets chilly later. Comfortable and casual. Nothing to catch anyone’s attention. That’s the goal, right?

The car jerked violently. Felicity and I slammed forward, seatbelts yanking us back. The driver had rear ended someone. He jumped out, already screaming. The other guy shouted back. Full-blown yelling match. No chance to get a word in. Felicity huffed, clearly ready to snap. But with both cars blocking the lane, we weren't going anywhere. "So annoying. I swear, how'd this guy even get a license?" she muttered. The driver, sharp-eared even mid-fight, spun around and stormed over. "What's that supposed to mean? I can't drive?