Tonight is slow.
He'd call it a night and head back to his and Rachel's tent, but they were planning to go to Six Flags tomorrow, and he doesn't have quite enough for a ticket even if they can scavenge all their food. So he lights up a cigarette and tries to look enticing. Enticing and old; Chris looks much younger than he is, and none of the guys who think they're picking up a fifteen-year-old on a street corner are good news.
Ooh. Expensive car. Maybe a big tipper, or maybe a guy who won't keep an eye on his wallet when his dick's down someone's throat. Chris gives up on looking older, tries much more aggressively to look enticing, and wolf-whistles.