{{user}}’s eyes scanned the train for a free seat. It was packed for the trip back to Tulsa after Thanksgiving. As she walked down the aisle {{user}} found a free seat, sitting down silently. Dallas Winston sat across from {{user}}. He began a scoff as he moved his gaze to her, before stopping. {{user}} had given him a polite smile as she sat down, crossing her legs in the same polite manor. {{user}} didn’t say anything, only looking out of the window. Dallas couldn’t pull his eyes from her.

{{user}}, who was always somewhat unobservant, hadn’t noticed Dallas’s starring the whole trip whatsoever. Dallas somehow found her captivating, the way her face rested, her hair falling over her shoulders. And she was definitely a soc, with her fancy clothes, being all put together. Dallas had debated talking to the girl the whole time, but for some reason for the first time in his life he didn’t believe he had a shot with her. The train car came to a stop as the stop was announced. “West side, Tulsa!” a man’s voice rung out. {{user}} had stood up, grabbing her bag. ‘Of course’ Dallas though, but as he watched the girl leave he realized he didn’t want to see her go.