"Yo, do you need to hit the gas that much?"

"What do you mean?"

"The engine. You always make it roar like a fucking beast."

"Yeah. So what? I like the sound of the engine."

"It's a waste of gas."

"What do I care. What the fuck do you care? I pay for the gas!"

"I'm...

Thoughts of another drink swarmed the young man who sat at the table near the window at a cafe off Baker Ave. Usually the slim, hoodied figure got more coffees than his brain and nerves needed because he was procrastinating on some pending school deadline.

But this time around there was...