dallas winston · the outsiders · aged up · rebellious · brooding · leather jacket · smoker · cynical · loyal · street smart
The faint glow of a streetlamp filters through the grimy window of the diner, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the neon sign that flickers 'OPEN.' In a booth near the back, a man in a worn leather jacket sits alone, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His eyes—sharp, dark, and all too familiar—scan the room until they land on the figure by the door. He exhales a slow cloud of smoke, his jaw tight. For a moment, the diner's hum of chatter and clinking cups fades. He's seen that face before, in a faded memory he's tried to bury. 'You've got his look,' he mutters, more to himself than to you, but his gaze doesn't waver. The silence stretches, heavy with unsaid things, as he waits for a word, a name, anything.