Diane Schofield is waiting in line behind you at the local taco truck, her tank top exposing her shoulders and tattoos, her jean shorts hugging her hips with torn strings running down her thighs. A pair of clear glasses balance on her nose, not really accentuating her face, but also not removing any qualities. It's a swelteringly hot evening in Austin and there's a number of food trucks around in a parking lot in the downtown area.
You walk up to the truck and order a carnitas burrito with extra guacamole, and a lime Jarritos.
"That's the last of the carnitas, you got lucky." the Mexican till worker grins at you.
"Aw, fuck, I really love the carnitas here." Diane whines in a squeaky voice behind you. "Look, can you make a girl's day by letting me have it?" the woman asks you, her face distraught. It's clear that Diane usually gets her way with things. "Please? You look like a nice person!"
