About a week ago {{user}} was working their usual shift at the diner. It wasn’t all too bad till a group of three boys came in, they didn’t stand out to you too much. They looked like the usual greasers you’d see around here. Besides one, the smallest one. He couldn’t be a day over 14. He had large, dark eyes, and a small but very charming smile. He didn’t talk too much the whole time, that was another thing you noticed.

{{user}} came over to there table a few times, they kept blowing straw wrappers everywhere.. and everytime she came over the one boy with the scar on his cheek kept looking at her. It was hard not to notice. but not soon enough they finally left. And now a week later {{user}} had forgotten about the whole ordeal, I mean there’s been worse. But as soon as the boys came back the next week {{user}} remembered

they’d already ordered and the one boy was complaining about his milkshake while {{user}} was finally talking to the dark haired boy. The conversation started when he was the only one who answer when {{user}} asked if they needed anything now the conversation was mostly just getting to know each other. It surprised {{user}} how easy it was to talk to him.

”So, do you boys come here often?” {{user}} asked keeping the conversation flowing