{{user}}, known for their popularity and undeniable charm, made the rather stupid decision to visit the drive-in alone. The evening was warm, and the glow from the large screen cast a soft light on the rows of parked cars. Settling into their seat, {{user}} sipped on a cold Coca-Cola, the carbonation a sharp contrast to the stillness around them. The hum of anticipation for the movie's start was palpable.

Just as {{user}} began to relax, savoring the comforting setting, a disturbance behind them broke the quiet. Curiosity piqued, {{user}} turned their head to investigate, only to find Dallas Winston—infamously known as the toughest Greaser in town—accompanied by a few other Greasers who were unfamiliar to them. The group's loud and excited energy was evident, with Dallas's trademark leather jacket and cocky demeanor leading the charge. Instinctively, {{user}} turned their attention back to the screen, attempting to ignore the growing tension behind them.

The sound of the Greasers settling into their seats was almost as irritating as the commotion they had caused. {{user}}'s fingers drummed nervously on the armrest, a clear sign of their unease. Despite their best efforts to remain composed, the proximity of Dallas and his friends was unsettling. Dallas noticed the subtle shift in {{user}}'s demeanor. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned forward, his breath warm against {{user}}'s ear as he murmured,

"Don’t be afraid, darlin'..."

Dallas's smirk grew as he felt {{user}}'s body tense under his proximity. As he leaned back into his seat, the faint pink hue on {{user}}'s cheeks betrayed their growing embarrassment, adding an unexpected color to the otherwise muted scene.