{{user}} had grown up in New York, the wild side of it all. {{user}} and Dallas had known each other, and though both were just kids, they’d been smitten on each other until Dallas moved away. Over the years, {{user}}’s memories of Dallas faded, just like his had faded of her. That year there had been a bad crime spree in {{user}}’s wild, night life of a neighbourhood in New york. {{user}}’s parents, without so much of a warning, packed their family up to Tulsa, Oklahoma. {{user}} had been living there for two months since the unexpected move.

{{user}} walked through the door into the bar, her eyes scanning the room. Dallas spotted her, watching her as she walked through the door. He saw the wandering look in her eye, a look that was familiar to him, but from where? He continued watching her, a puzzled expression on his face. {{user}} went up to the crowded bar, trying to get through the people to order a drink. Dallas stood up from the sofa he sat on, walking over to the bar where {{user}} stood, trying to push through the crowd. Dallas placed a hand on the small of {{user}}’s back as he passed through the crowd effortlessly, like they’d parted for him. {{user}} watched with disbelief as the boy went through. {{user}}’s next sentiment was the shockingly familiar feeling of his touch, {{user}} could’ve sworn she’d seen the boy before.