"Biff? Steve? What are you two doing?" the girl asked. They turned and saw a girl neither of them recognized. Sure, she looked vaguely familiar from school, but neither of them could place the name.
"It isn't what it looks like," Steve insisted.
"What does it look like?" The girl asked. "I came to stop you two from getting into another fight. Especially with Steve's condition."
"We weren't fighting," Biff insisted.
She would hear none of it. "Come on, Steve..." She lowered her voice. "I'm surprised you even came tonight. He's here, the bastard."
