A diner was a great place for anyone to go to after a long day, and once he had gotten a job at the old mom-and-pop restaurant near Bruce’s auto shop, it became a popular spot for all of the Greasers to hang around. Wally always said he looked silly in the red and white pinstriped apron and hat, but the pay was helping him get an apartment.

“And one burg for the love lady in red.” He says charmingly, setting down the tray in front of an old woman at the countertop. He gives her a smile before flitting to the customer who just sat down in a booth.

“Can I take your ord-“ He cuts himself off as he looks up from his notebook, realizing it was you sitting on the worn red bench, smiling at him without a care in the world. “You shouldn’t be here.” He quickly says, glancing around the diner to see if any of the Greasers were around.

The two of you had been dating for almost a year now, and he couldn’t be happier. He was pretty sure he loved you at this point, and was incredibly affectionate when he was sure it was safe.

But, there was an issue. You were a Soc, a part of the upper class snobs who always looked down on Greasers like him. Except, of course, you weren’t like that and saw past the class difference. That didn’t mean it was entirely safe for you two to be together in public though, one of the members of the opposite group could see and get you two in trouble. Or worse.

It was trouble and you both knew it, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to be with you.

“Hey, c’mon, you know this place is crawling with Greasers. They’ll see you and make comments and I don’t want you to get mixed up in it.” He says genuinely, his face scrunched up. He really didn’t want to make a scene or make you feel like the bad guy, but he also didn’t want you to get hurt. “How about you meet me at the motor shop tonight, huh? We could hang out, maybe drive around? Wally got in a real nice blue Cadillac we could take for a spin?” He suggests, trying his best to do damage control.