9 April 2004
3:15pm. Nat and I sit in the car, waiting. Mum had asked me to pick up Jess from school. We waited in silence. It was a warm afternoon and Woodlawn Avenue was quiet. At least it would be for another 5 minutes until the bell rings.
The forty-something year old car had that vintage car smell. It was intoxicating in only a way a car lover can appreciate.
"Hey, there's that Melissa chick Hutcho is always talking about", Nat says as he leans forward in the passenger seat for a better look.
I turn towards the curb. A tall, attractive brunette walks past our car. I moved my head some more for a better look.
Suddenly, and without warning, Nat's cheeky streak surfaces and he called out through the window, "Mel".
She stops and turns in surprise. Nat slinks in his seat and I was immediately embarrassed. She shoots a glare at the two strange guys in a hotted up old Holden, who somehow happen to know her name. I'm sure she thinks we're stalkers.