"Better you than a bunch of thirteen year olds," he tells her as they head downstairs. "True story. I kind of got the shit kicked out of me, passed out, and then woke up in the backseat with a gaggle of them all around me while one of them was hauling ass down the street." He pauses, and then lets out a very deep sigh. "God, my ex's little brother was such a pain in the ass."

It was kind of sweet though, looking back. The cartoon character band-aids were a nice touch.

"But yes, I agree to these terms," he tells her with a smile, twisting around as they walk through the lobby so he can shoulder open the front door. The gray SUV indicated on the app is idling on the curb, and the guy looks a little alarmed as they start lumbering toward him. "We got it," Steve calls out to him. "Just pop the back?"