The summer of 1965 was the summer {{user}} was sent off to her grandparents house, in Tulsa Oklahoma. That afternoon after she’d finished unpacking she decided to leave the boring old house to go explore the town she’d have to spend the next few months in. As she walked down the main drag, she felt the hot sun beating down on her. {{user}} spotted the DX station, and went in to grab a coke.

{{user}} pulled out a coca cola from the shelf, the glass bottles clinking against one another. Sodapop had seen {{user}} come up to the counter, handing him the bottle. He couldn’t seem to recognize her, I mean he practically knew half the population of girls in town. He gave her a smile as he rung her in. “10 cents.” Sodapop said as he opened the register, {{user}} dropped the dime in his palm. “Are you new here?” he asked, passing it off as small talk. But he was truly curious by the unfamiliar pretty face.