[ Look who's driving up at seven on the dot, some lowkey cassette playing as Steve honks the horn for Eddie. Between a comfy sweater and a flattering poloneck he opted for the latter and never intends to wonder why he questioned himself on the choice (or why there suddenly seemed to be one before he set off to pick Eddie up). It's only Eddie, after all.
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Steve wipes a sweaty palm on his jeans. ]
Hey, let's get moving!