<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Alisa </span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">"The Style"</span> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Lopez</span></span>:<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> <em>San Diego</em><span class="bbc_u"> Fresh Market</span></span><div class="floatleft">(http://i1175.photobucket.com/albums/r628/Love_Smile_Kiss/New-Kat-Graham-photoshoot-katerina-graham-25157133-734-780.jpg)(http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff428/xdobreva/xsunshinex_/68.jpg)(http://i1108.photobucket.com/albums/h411/xwesley/kat3.jpg)</div><br/><em>It's sunny in San Diego.</em><div align="center"><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>"Look I'm telling you tinted windows, halogen headlights with a modified clutch pedal and a nice ass paint job will get you just as much play as those younger dudes."</strong> She said to the store clerk at the grocery line. She had purchased about several pounds of meat and drinks for the BBQ. The older gentleman she had been holding up line to make conversation with just shook his head in mild humor as she reached into her pockets for cash. <strong>"You don't believe me, just come on down to the shop and I'll show you-we'll have that old Cadillac of yours rolling in no time."</strong> She said with a wink.<br/><br/><strong>"Alright Lisa, you better not be pulling my leg"</strong> He replied with a chuckle before the customer behind her began piling on their groceries. Grabbing both of the bags she smiled. <strong>"Of course not. I promise everybody at the retirement home is going to be jealous of you."</strong> She said jokingly before heading out the store and giving him a final goodbye. She had been going to the same store for several years and they always had the best produce to her. Walking across the parking lot she headed towards her car, souped up especially for her. She remembered the first time she had did a detail on a white Honda Civic and fell inlove with it which lead her to desire one of her own. In any case she unlocked the back doors and tossed the groceries in before sliding into the drivers seat. The soft leather interior , custom bucket seats that fit every curve of her body just right and an extra cup holder to match were just some of the perks of the ride. Exiting the parking and turning on the busy street and made her way back to the garage. She had no idea who was suppose to show up and usually she would call these little gathering of theirs 'get-togethers'. A time when all of them could come together for food and drinks and just have a good time for a big 'run'. If her mother only knew what kind of runs and tie-ins she had, she swear the old lady would have a fit. Alisa and her mother didn't really part on good terms, but she loved her none the less. Her life had turned out just fine and she felt really blessed for being able to do some of the things she did. However driven around without a driver license was very risky and she would have to make that fortunate trip to DMV real soon.<br/><br/>All of sudden she heard a horn blow at her at traffic light before shooting around her and speeding off. Rolling her window down and popping out her head she screamed.<strong> "IDIOTA!</strong>" and slammed her foot on the gas before driving off. If it was any other day she would of caught up to that idiot and made him eat pavement, but there were things to be done today.<br/><br/><br/>[Exit to Loft]</div><br/><br/>