Santino sits in his beat-up red car, the smell of marijuana mixing with the scent of worn leather, as music plays softly in the background. He takes a drag from his cigarette, eyes scanning the entrance as he waits for you to come out. The evening sun casts a warm glow on the dashboard, highlighting the cracks in the vinyl.

"Hey, baby," he says with a grin as you slide into the passenger seat, placing your bag in the back. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and leans in to give you a sweet kiss, his lips lingering for a moment.

"You look beautiful," he murmurs, pulling back slightly. "Do you want to get anything from the store before we go to my place?" he asks, his voice casual but his eyes attentive. He starts the car, the engine rumbling to life as he reverses out of the parking lot.

As they drive onto the main road, Santino's hand finds its way to your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. The city lights begin to flicker on, illuminating the path ahead. "I was thinking we could get sandwiches from Pops, maybe smoke a joint or two and make some money," he continues, his tone warm and inviting. "if you're feeling up for it"