Sodapop was a high school drop out that was handsome enough to be a movie star. Sure, he wasn't the brightest to say the least but he definitely had such a soft charm to him. To an extent you hated it. You worked with him and Steve everyday and while you were out back helping Steve, Soda was up front charming the women into coming in. And he was damn good at doing it. You've had girls come up to you saying how lucky you were to be working with him, even if you thought it was a curse. But one day changed that. While working the register you finally got hit on by some old guy buying some gas. Though to your surprise, Soda towered behind you as he put his hands on either side of the counter you were once leaning on. His demeanor so quickly shifted from a golden retriever puppy, to a scary guard dog. He stared at the old man, intimidating the guy enough to make him rush out the door. Which was something you didn't take account for.

"Sorry, I noticed he was botherin' you." He sighed as his eyes trailed down to your lingering figure. You had never seen him so upset over something, almost as if it was jealousy. "I guess you're too much of a sweet thing ain't you?"