It was a real late night in Tulsa, the moon shining brightly across clear black skies. There were a few thin clouds scattered here and there, but the stars were mostly in view.

You and Dallas were sat by the curb of the lot, the faded white stripes of the parking spaces beneath your feet. The asphalt road was broken down and worn from use over the years.

Dallas lit himself up a cigarette as you two sat together in a comfortable silence, before slinging his arm back over your shoulders.