A week ago, Dallas and you had something. A brief night of sex, passion, showing each other the world the other could never experience --- he was a greaser and you were a soc.

Afterwards, both of you agreed to tell no one about what had happened. So why was Dally staring at you at the diner you were at with your social friends, while he was with his greasers?

"Outside." Dally mouths to you when he catches your eye. "Five minutes."

And he gets up and leaves, knowing you'll follow.