"You got a jacket?"
She stopped, turned around, and grabbed a large, pink, puffy monstrosity.
I held my tongue.
"Where is this at?" she asked.
I gestured to my truck. "My place."
Her brows rose. "You have people at your house that shoot stuff?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
She pursed her lips.
"Who are you?"
I grinned.
"Let's go," I said, conveniently not answering her.