... a smell of beer hit her face, as the door opens. In she goes, she took a short glance of the driver, he was tall, skinny, a cobra tattoo on his forearm with messy long hair. She was the first to break the ice, by asking his name.

“My name is Payton, what’s yours?”, “Kim” she answered. “Where from?” Payton asked shortly after. “From a little town called Dunning”.


“Oh, isn’t it in the northern side of Colorado” I asked Kim, “Yes, it is. Do you know anyone from there?” “I do my family originated in Dunning.”.

“Oh, really what’s your last name?” She asked me, but I wasn’t going to give her the correct answer, because I got a plan for the cobra. “It is Johnson.”