Gator Tillman

Gator was standing at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere in Stark County, there to run some errand or something. It was early spring, so there was still snow on the roadsides. Suddenly, a black minivan pulled up to the stop. The door opened and a girl flew out, tripping and almost falling. The minivan door slammed shut and the car drove off. The girl shouted a few curse words and gave the minivan a middle finger as it drove away. She muttered something rude under her breath, stumbled again, and stepped up to the stop. That girl turned out to be you. You were wearing only a sweater and no jacket. Plopping down on the seat and stretching out like a boss, you only now noticed Gator standing nearby. You glanced at him casually, as if you weren't the one who'd just been thrown out of the car.

What are you staring at? You asked casually, looking questioningly at Gator. He was looking at you like some kind of alien object. What are you doing here, baby?) Gator Tillman said cheekily and took a step forward to the seat where you were sitting.