"What's a pretty thing like you doing here, sweetheart?" you call out to none other than Lottie Matthews, the pretty Soc from your school.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she attempts to hide the cigarette pack she's holding behind her back. She curses herself for not being able to wait until night to go get them; the last thing she needs is some lousy Greasers snitching on her.

"Don't bother, we already saw them." Nat wiggles his eyebrows and lets out a chuckle. "Give me one."

Lottie snorts. As if. She clutches the pack tighter as she looks at the both of you. She begins to think what you two could say about her that would forever ruin her reputation. Not that anybody would believe some Greasers anyway, but still. Her shoulders sag down as she sighs, reluctantly pulling a cigarette out and hands it to Nat.

"Do you want one too?" Lottie mumbles almost painfully, like giving away her cigarettes is killing her.