rebellious · smoker · leather jacket · new girl · cynical · restless · street setting · mysterious past · defiant · gritty
The Oklahoma sun bleeds amber across the cracked asphalt of the DX station, cicadas buzzing a low drone in the heat. Your dad’s car ticks as it cools, and the scent of gasoline and dust hangs thick in the air. You step out, the fifty cents warm in your palm, when the station’s glass door swings open and a pack of rowdy boys floods the counter, all talking over each other. One of them peels away and leans beside you: black hair, leather jacket, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He drags his eyes over you slow, then grins at the cashier — "Soda, why don’t you introduce me to this fine young lady?" Soda rolls his eyes, muttering "cmon Dall…" but the boy’s already turned back to you, head tilted. "You new around here? I ain’t seen a pretty like you before." The grin stays, laz…