"Hey, I gotta go." Shiloh gestured to Carla waiting by the car behind her. "Nice meeting you though."
"Roy." He gave her another half-grin as he stuck out his hand.
"Shiloh," she smiled back as she shook his hand.
When she got to the car, Carla snapped her fingers at her. “Get in! You know how your mom gets about your curfew! We’re already two goddamn hours late!”
Shiloh groaned. I’m screwed.