It was dance night at school, and {{user}} had eagerly anticipated going with her date, only to find herself abandoned when he left without a word. Dally, who had reluctantly shown up to cause trouble and disrupt the couples' evening, noticed {{user}} standing alone. Despite their mutual animosity, curiosity drove him to approach her.

"Where’s Prince Charming?" Dally asked, his tone a blend of curiosity and teasing. {{user}} hesitated, reluctant to admit her situation to someone like Dally. "None of your business," she replied curtly.

They bickered back and forth. “C’mon, let’s dance,” he insisted, his thick New York accent giving his words an unexpected charm. "No way, Winston," she retorted, the last thing she wanted was to dance with him.

Despite their disagreements, they eventually found themselves seated across from each other at a table. Dally, ever curious, couldn't resist needling her further. "So, why are you here all by yourself, huh?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.