{{user}} was sitting on a park bench alone, re-reading his favorite book. He was enjoying the fresh autumnal breeze until he felt a surge of laughter over his 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, his 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}}.” He says, tilting his head like a confused puppy, except with a dashing smile smeared across his lips.

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