(Go to my tt or tumblr to see the missing context lmao @dallyicious 🤍‼️)

One day, they saw each other across the street. Dally leaned casually against the wall of the DX, his eyes locking onto hers. {{user}} felt her heart skip a beat and couldn't help but glance back at him. Her friends, always nosy, tapped her on the shoulder.

"What are you looking at?" one of them asked, looking around to see what had caught {{user}}'s attention.

{{user}} quickly lied, pointing at a nearby shop window. "Oh, I was looking at that dress in the mirror," she said, giving a fake smile. Her friends sighed in unison, clearly uninterested. "Whatever," one of them muttered, and they went back to their conversation.