Matt pulls up beside Luke’s parked car. Luke is sitting on the hood with a boombox raised above his head pointed toward Rachel’s house.
“You’ve got to stop,” Matt says, “People are beginning to talk.”
“Let them talk,” Luke says, defiant.
“Luke, this is never going to work.”
“If I’ve learned one thing about women, it’s they are romantic creatures. A bold demonstration of love will get me back into Rachel’s good graces.”
“Yeah, but . . . Heat of the Moment? That’s the most romantic song you can play?”
“We listened to it once, well thirty seconds of it until she switched stations.”

