"Yes, it's about twenty minutes back that way. I did put the steering lock on but I'm not confident my tyres will survive the night." So yeah, he would appreciate a tow or something. When the man yelled, he pulled a face and took a step back, assuming Matty was his son or something. Guy his age, looking like that? Probably a nice wife and kids, voted republican and played country music. Maybe he should watch the flirting but he could never really control himself.

A sullen teen came down the stairs - oh. More diverse than he expected the family to be, definitely latino.

"What's up?" Matty looked away from Bobby and at the guy waiting in the shop. "Huh. Shiny shoes. I bet those won't stay shiny for long around here."