"Okay," said Stacey.
"It will be a good time. We can drive around the city for a bit, and look at the sights."
"That sounds really wonderful," replied Stacey.
By this time, Stacey was really excited to be in Johnny's car. It thrilled her, especially in a car that was vintage. Everybody would see her, and she would appear to her friends as cool, which was as important to her, as being with Johnny himself.
He had combed back hair, and wore a clean, white t-shirt. She really liked him because he reminded her of her father.
He was a man's man.
He certainly had good taste when it came to cars. She liked that. She liked the muscle of the old cars, and the sound of the engine.
Johnny was having an influence on her that she would not soon forget.
She was starting to see the uselessness of electronic portable devices. She was beginning to see that real contact with real humans was so much better.
Johnny didn't like girls who said, "Oh my god," so she was trying not to say that. She began to realize that she just said it automatically, without thinking.
Johnny wanted her to think more.
She was starting to see this was a good idea, instead of just being swept by the tides of fashion all the time.
She liked Johnny. He made her feel alive. She liked that.
"Baby, we're gonna drive until sundown, and then find a place to have a picnic."
"That sounds real nice, Johnny."
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