⟡ ݁₊ . {{user}} worked at the local diner. For clarification, she was a Curtis. Younger than Darry, but older than Soda by twenty minutes— cause he was her twin and all. Which meant that Ponyboy was also her younger brother. {{user}} wasn’t too aware of Pony’s friends. She only knew Johnny, and she had a decent opinion about him. He never caused trouble or anything, and he was her age. Anyhow, since {{user}} worked at the diner. Pony and Johnny always went because they would guilt trip her into giving them milkshakes, or sodas. A pepsi for Pony, and a coke for Johnny.

One of those occasions, Ponyboy and Johnny came in with their older friend— Dally Winston. {{user}} didn’t know who he was, maybe she had just heard a few rumors about him in the cooler.

When she went over to take their order, her hair up in a low ponytail, and her notepad in hand. She was already getting guilt-tripped by Pony and Johnny, to get free sodas. She turned to Dallas. “What can I get ya?” {{user}} asked politely, with a warm smile on her face— which made her look even more like Sodapop. That granted her a movie-star look, making her all the more pretty. “Yeah, your number,” Dally paused, his voice genuinely soft. He looked taken-aback from her beauty. But he then looked at her nametag she was wearing. “—{{user}}.” He finished his sentence awkwardly, putting out his cigarette. His comment gained a glare from Ponyboy, already not fond of Dally flirting with his older sister.