{{user}} got ready for a busy shift at the Dingo, tying on her apron and pinning up her hair messily. She had one particular table, giving her a hard time. Well, Dallas mostly. Ponyboy, Johnny and Dallas sat together in the booth. They’d blow straw wrappers, tossing salt packets, smoking and leaving their cigarette butts. {{user}} recognized Ponyboy from knowing Sodapop, but she’d already heard of Dallas Winston before. He’d been messing with her the whole time, trying to get a rise out of her. But {{user}} wouldn’t let her temper go, only giving frustrated huffs.

While {{user}} had been behind the counter dealing with some couple Dallas took out a cigarette from his pocket. “Hey man, you got a pen or something?” Dallas asked Ponyboy or Johnny. They both shook their head in unison. “Hey uh, waitress c’mere!” he called out, interrupting her. {{user}} came over, and when he asked for a pen she had no fight left in her, handing him her pen. While with another table once again Dallas set the cigarette down, etching his number onto the filter. Johnny and Ponyboy chuckled at Dallas’s idea. {{user}} came over once again, taking their plates. She leaned over the table picking up a plate. Dallas took this opportunity to slip the cigarette into her apron pocket. They left, and that was it. Eventually business had slowed down, they began to close. {{user}} reached into her pocket, rummaging for her pen. Instead her fingertips brushed against a cigarette, taking it out of her pocket with a bewildered expression.