The Dingo was alive with its usual late-night hustle when the gang settled into their usual booth, laughter and conversation filling the air. Suddenly, the door swung open, and in walked {{user}}, heading straight to the counter to order a Coke. The sight of her stopped the gang mid-conversation, their eyes widening in disbelief. “{{user}}?” Ponyboy’s voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of three years of absence. {{user}} turned, and a smile spread across her face as she saw her old friends. The gang jumped up from their seats, rushing to her side with a mix of joy and incredulity. As she took her Coke and joined them.