She doesnt care. She just stays quiet. As usual.

(Let's see if I remember anything from Spanish class lol)

A group of dark-haired guys was sitting on the brownstone steps nearby, drinking beers. They looked up when Alex approached.
"Hola, qu tal?" he said.
"De quin es este coche?"
He jerked his thumb at the Mustang. His Spanish was quick, fluent.
"Es mo," said one of the men. "Ests interesado?"
He had friendly brown eyes and thick black hair. Rising, he handed his beer can to one of his friends and walked down the steps toward the car.

Alex shrugged, following him.
"S, puede que s. Si me haces un buen precio, podra pagarte ahora mismo."
The two of them walked around the Mustang, talking in quick-fire Spanish.

She ignores it. She hadnt bothered to learn Spanish.

(I just realized that anything that had an accent over it deleted itself...oof.)


About five minutes of bartering later, Alex was counting out some bills from the envelope he'd tucked into his jacket. The guy pocketed the money with a grin, handing over a key ring with a tiny set of fuzzy dice on it.
"Gracias, amigo."

"Gracias," said Alex as they shook hands. He tossed his bag onto the backseat.

...During all this, she ran off again.

Well great. He told the boys that he would be right back to get the car, and then went off to find the girl.

She's trying to tell people what's going on. She's now kinda regretting not trying to learn Spanish.

Well, some of them can speak English, but their accent is very heavy.

She can't understand them.

Well, they could hardly understand her, so...