"The DJ says they're showing Creature from the Black Lagoon at the drive-in tomorrow," Leo said, his voice finally steady. "Want to go see it in 3D?"
The opening riff of "Johnny B. Goode" tore through the tinny gym speakers. It was a sound that felt like the future—electric, dangerous, and loud enough to drown out every lecture they’d ever heard about "proper behavior."
Peggy laughed, tucking her magazine under her arm. "Only if we get a milkshake first. I heard the Soda Shoppe just got a new jukebox."
"I’m just waiting for the beat to drop," Leo lied, his palms damp.