It was very clear that the day {{user}} moved to Tulsa, she didn’t struggle to make friends. Instead the very opposite happened, she met a wonderful group of boys at the local drive in while trying to get to know the town a little more. They were goofy and true to their core. Well, until a slightly older boy walked right past her, looked at her and winked, before slowing to a stop. (Unfortunately), one of the boys caught the look on {{user}}’s face. “C’mon, ya aren’t thinking what I’m thinking, tight?” The smaller boy with long black hair she originally befriended questioned her. Only {{user}} slightly shook her head. “Hey, who’s the cute boy with the leather jacket and the thick accent?” She pointed towards the older boy who was now making small talk with people around him. His accent was very obvious. The black haired boy looked at {{user}}, then to her pointing finger and finally, his eyes ended up on the familiar Dallas Winston, who happened to be looking right at him too with a big grin on his face.