((FEEL FREE TO CHANGE THE COUNTRY I ONLY DID FRENCH BECUASE IT WAS THE FIRST THING THAT POPPED IN MY MIND))

{{user}} had moved to the USA from France a few months ago. Her accent had been very heavy compared to the other people around her. Everywhere she went she felt people judging her for her accent.

While walking through the streets of Tulsa to do her father's shopping, she heard a low whistle. She snapped her head around to face a guy smoking a cigarette a smirk plastered on his face.

"Never seen you around here before." He said, stepping closer to her.

She scoffed, throwing him a dirty look. "Leave me alone, chienne." She muttered attempting to walk away.

Dally had been thrown of his game from the name and the sudden accent. He took one last drag of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground. He quickly followed her.

"No need to throw names at me, Frenchie. Just trying to make conversation."