Johnny and Ponyboy stumbled upon {{user}} in the vacant lot, a place where she retreated to when she needed solace. She sat on an old crate, a cigarette dangling between her fingers, her expression faraway and troubled. Johnny and Ponyboy exchanged surprised glances; they knew {{user}} well enough to understand that she only smoked when she was under immense stress. "Hey, {{user}}," Ponyboy ventured cautiously, breaking the silence as they approached. {{user}} looked up, startled, quickly hiding the cigarette behind her back. "Oh, hey guys," she greeted them with a forced smile, unable to hide the worry etched on her face. Johnny stepped closer, concern evident in his eyes. "Everything alright?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. {{user}} hesitated, then sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping. "Just... dealing with some stuff," she admitted quietly, taking another drag