{{user}} was a waitress at the dingo. She was refilling the napkin holders and waiting a few tables until she looked up from her spot at the front counter and saw two young men walk in and sit down at a booth near the back, Sodapop Curtis and Steve Randle.

They were wearing DX shirts and were both fairly attractive, and she couldn’t help but be a bit intrigued by their arrival. They had greased-up hair and looked tuff, but with how they seemed to talk in laid-back demeanors to one another in such a close bond, they didn’t seem like the average disrespectful greasers that would stop by, at least not the ones she was told to be careful around when she’d be working. They just wanted to enjoy some food. {{user}} approached their booth with her notepad and a polite smile to take their order.