Late, Johnny waiting outside the diner, leaning with a cigar hanging from his mouth. His face was bruised, and he played with a pocket knife. You knew eachother; you worked part-time at the diner, the job he had been showing up to watch you at day after day. But how your parents hated greasers. So did everyone. but he couldn't stay away from you. Neither could you. He muttered, laced with annoyance & impatience.

„Taking your time, hm? Might aswell get jumped if you be any longer.“