Well, it looked like he wasn't as willing as she would like to risk further injury to his leg for her.  Ironic that she didn't know how he got the injury in the first place, just trying to say hi to a hot girl who probably wasn't nearly as hot as Jenna.  At least not the Jenna he would be seeing later.<br/><br/>She sighed and got out of the car, to stand up very... very.. close to the male, talking to him as one might an errant child.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Okay, look.  Do you have any idea how much I paid for these jeans?  Hmmm?  How about this top?"</strong></em><br/><br/>Of course she had to point to her lower half, then her top half (specifically to her breasts), as she referred to each article of clothing, just in case he wasn't sure what jeans and what top it was she was referring to.<br/><br/>Pointing to the jeans again:<strong><em>"A hundred and twenty five bucks."</em></strong><br/><br/>Pointing to the top:<strong><em>"Eighty five."</em></strong><br/><br/>Waving her fingers in front of his face:<strong><em>"These nails.  Over fifty."</em></strong><br/><br/><strong><em>"And you want me to ruin them changing a tire?"</em></strong>She shrugged as if wondering if he might be the stupidest animal on the planet for not being able to figure out a solution, and then she would try to help.<br/><br/>Sigh.<em><strong>"Okay, look.. if you can't do it for me, do you have like a friend you can call or something?  I'm new here and don't know anybody."</strong></em>