Danny ruins her sweater with cigarettes and popcorn grease. Sandy can taste another girl on his breath. She tastes like wine and other things she refuses to explore.
Guessing her name could take forever. Danny would never tell her anyways. Things would spin into ridiculous stories and jokes. She probably doesn’t have a boring name like Sandy, though.
Her sweater will go into the garbage once she gets home. A lie is easier than explaining other girls to her parents. Someone ought to tell this girl to brush her teeth more.
She should be running back home.
They both lose.