CHLOE: Cool truck.
TOM: Like it?
CHLOE: Dig the two-tone.
TOM: This was my dad's last truck.
CHLOE: Really?
TOM: Yes ma'am.
CHLOE: What year?
TOM: Eighty-five.
CHLOE: It looks like you take good care of it.
Tom opens driver's door, gets sunglasses from visor pocket.
TOM: Don't drive it much. Keep it covered in the port.
CHLOE: You have another car?
TOM: Subaru wagon. Do you have your driver's license.
Chloe nods.
TOM (CONT.): Gotta car?
Chloe shakes her head.
CHLOE: Don't really need one yet.
TOM: Maybe when ya start college.
Chloe nods. Hunter arrives.
CHLOE: This was Tom's dad's truck.
HUNTER: Really?
TOM: Yessir.
CHLOE: Convertible approaching.
Tom and Hunter turn to the approaching series 4-model Alfa Romeo Spider.
HUNTER: Heeere's Jackie.
Hunter positions himself in the driveway like an aircraft marshal to direct the driver, JACKIE - 50-ish, long hair in ponytail under ballcap, sunglasses - into the garage. Tom closes door, puts sunglasses in shirt pocket. He and Chloe watch Hunter walk to where Jackie parks in the garage. She gets out - hiking boots, jeans, unbuttoned long-sleeve over tee - props sunglasses on ballcap bill, gets backpack from passenger seat...
to be continued.