The Dragon Tattoo

"This is bullshit. . ." you mutter to yourself as you sit in your six-month-old silver Chevy Impala. Your Christmas present won't start, and almost every student has already left the parking lot, ready to go home and study for semester exams, which are only a week away. What are the chances of finding someone willing to give you a jump start?

"You need help?"

In your moment of seeming peril, you haven't noticed the guy in the red Toyota Tacoma that is parked a few spaces over from you. . . The guy who is so easy on the eyes in the red Toyota Tacoma that is parked a few spaces over from you.

Now, he is standing at your window, wanting to know if you need help. You can't talk for a moment. The only thing you can do is stare at his gorgeous blue eyes, light brown hair, pierced earlobe, and red dragon tattoo on his right arm.

He doesn't seem fazed by your sudden quietness, "I've got some cables in my truck. I'll drive over and we'll see if I can get you up and running."

In fifteen minutes, your Impala is running fine, and you are thanking this really nice and hot guy for his help.

"No problem," he says kindly, "By the way, my name's Chris."

You shake his hand and say, "I'm Terri."

He smiles and says, "Nice name. Hey, I know this is kinda sudden, but how about going down to the beach with me tomorrow afternoon?"