It was almost the end of your shift at the DX. You were leaning against the counter inside, looking out the window, watching cars pass by. That is, until you spot 3 familiar figures. Dallas, Ponyboy, and Johnny. When Dallas spots you, he smirks and walks inside.

“Heya {{user}}, how ya doin’?”

Dallas asked, his New York accent accentuating while he spoke. He had his usual cocky smirk on his face.