{{user}}’s eyes scanned the train for a free seat. It was packed for the trip back to Tulsa after Thanksgiving. As he walked down the aisle {{user}} found a free seat, sitting down silently. Dallas Winston sat across from {{user}}. He began a scoff as he moved his gaze to him, before stopping. {{user}} had given him a polite smile as he sat down. {{user}} didn’t say anything, only looking out of the window. Dallas couldn’t pull his eyes from him.

{{user}}, who was always somewhat unobservant, hadn’t noticed Dallas’s starring the whole trip whatsoever. Dallas somehow found him captivating, the way his face rested, his eyes. And he was definitely a soc, with his fancy clothes, being all put together. Dallas had debated talking to the guy the whole time, but for some reason for the first time in his life he didn’t believe he had a shot with him. The train car came to a stop as the stop was announced. “West side, Tulsa!” a man’s voice rung out. {{user}} had stood up, grabbing his bag. ‘Of course’ Dallas though, but as he watched the boy leave he realized he didn’t want to see him go.