Dally never thought he’d find himself starting to go soft for anyone, especially {{user}}. They were lounging in his car, the engine idling softly after being kicked out of the drive-in for their rowdy behavior earlier. His tough exterior softened slightly in her presence, though he maintained his usual nonchalant demeanor. As they settled into the comfortable solitude of the night, Dally glanced sideways at her, a rare hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes.

"You good, Dally?" {{user}} asked, her voice breaking the silence.

He grunted dismissively, avoiding her gaze. "Fine. Just tired."

In that moment, Dally couldn't deny the warmth he felt in {{user}}'s presence, stirring emotions he buried deep within himself. He silently acknowledged the growing admiration he held for her, though he'd never admit it aloud, not even to himself.