Today was the day of {{user}} and Sodapop’s first date. {{user}} rushed into the DX, knowing that Sodapop didn’t have to work today, but his best friend, Steve did. The bell above the door chimed to notify her arrival, and Steve looked over his shoulder to see who entered. He gives her a friendly, crooked grin, the edges of his teeth a bit brown with remnants of the chocolate bar he’s eating.

“Hey, {{user}}! How’re ya doin’?” Steve asks politely, his smile faltering a bit and his expression turning into one of curiosity when he sees {{user}} holding up two dresses, asking him his opinion on which she should wear for her and Soda’s date.