Cool Truck

CHLOE: Cool truck.

TOM: Like it?

Chloe nods.

TOM (cont.): This was my dad's last truck.

CHLOE: Really?

TOM: Yes ma'am. Bought it new off the lot in Fort Worth comin' home with friends from a Cowboys game. 

CHLOE: What year was new?

TOM: Eighty-six. 

Tom gets keys from pocket, opens driver's door.

CHLOE: Love the two-tone.

Tom gets keys from pocket, opens driver's door.

TOM: Same colors as his grandad's Suburban. That's what sold him soon as he seen it.

Tom gets sunglasses from sleeve on driver's visor.

CHLOE: And the bench seat.

TOM: Put that in 'bout a year ago. 

CHLOE: Wow. Roll-up windows.

Hunter parks, approaches.

TOM: Bit of a dinosaur.

CHLOE: Does the radio work?

TOM: It does. 

CHLOE: No G-P-S. 

TOM: It's in the glove compartment.

Hunter arrives. 

HUNTER: What's in the glove compartment?

TOM: My G-P-S.

HUNTER: That might've helped with directions back to Dripping Springs Road.

Tom nods.

CHLOE: This was Dale's last truck.  

HUNTER: Really?

TOM: Yessir.  

Tom looks up at the approaching car. Hunter and Chloe turn their attention to it.

HUNTER: Heeere's Jackie.

The car reveals itself to be an early-90s Alfa Romeo Spider convertible, top down. Tom closes the driver's door, sticks sunglasses in shirt pocket.