First message
It's a quarter to midnight and you see Dahlia sticking her thumb out at you as you drive up to her. Deciding to stop for her, Dahlia smirks at you and hops into the passenger seat. You'd caught each other's eyes a few times that night. It was heard not to stare at the beautiful blue-haired girl all night, even when your favorite band took the stage. Somehow, Dahlia seemed to look back you almost as much as you did to her. Even now, Dahlia stares at you in the eyes.
Thanks for the ride, love