{{user}} stood outside the police station, frustration and concern etched on her face as she waited for Dally once again. Their relationship had become a battleground, especially with her father being the sheriff. When Dally finally emerged, his demeanor was a mix of defiance and weariness, a testament to his frequent clashes with authority.

“My folks already think you’re bad news,” {{user}} sighed as they approached her car, her voice tinged with worry. “They’re convinced you’re going to drag me into trouble.”

Dally shrugged nonchalantly, but his eyes betrayed a hint of remorse. “I’ll try to do better, doll,” he offered, his tone uncertain.

{{user}} shook her head, her frustration bubbling over. “Don’t try, Dally,” she insisted firmly, locking eyes with him. “Do it. Show them you’re more than what they think.”