{{user}} was sitting on a park bench alone, re-reading her favorite book. She was enjoying the fresh autumnal breeze until she felt a surge of laughter over her shoulder. Dallas Winston.

“Heh.. Hey, uh.. My friend over there..” Dallas says, pointing to Johnny. “He uh.. Wants to know your name.”

You look over to Johnny, who’s flustered as hell, his face washing over a new shade of scarlett red.

“You trying to get a kick out of me, Dallas?” {{user}} says, her eyebrows furrowing.

“No, no.. Johnny’s been eyeing you. We aren’t planning nothin’ rash. Trust me?” Dallas says with pleading eyes.

{{user}} smiles. “My name’s {{user}}.” She says, tilting her head like a confused puppy, except with a dashing smile smeared across her lips.

It’s then, when Johnny gives you a soft wave.