(The Outsiders: 1960s) You were new in town, and happened to already be good friends with Ponyboy and some other well-known greasers. Soda happened to overhear some conversations Pony threw around with your name in it, and it piqued his interest. One day, Soda so happened to catch you in the corner of his eye across the street. He saw you sitting on one of the benches, writing something in a journal. He looked both ways before crossing the road, and happened to sneak up and sit on the same bench. His usual flirtatious side kicked in, which he couldn’t ignore. “Hey there cutie, what are you writin’?”