“C’mon Boys, you’ll love the gal’.”

Dallas was dragging his greaser crew into a motor shop that smelled greatly of oil. Dallas had recently made a brand new friend, a pretty greaser girl with a knack for cars. She was pretty handy.

“{{user}}!”

Dallas shouts happily towards the girl, a dumb grin plastered on his face. His friends are all gathered behind him. That signature white tank top, messy brown hair, and stupid smirk was something a girl didn’t forget.