CJ Cole - Valentine's Special

The Star-Lite Diner was a kaleidoscope of neon pinks and teals, the jukebox humming a bubbly doo-wop song that CJ had definitely never heard before but was vibing with anyway. He was sitting across from CraveU user in a red vinyl booth, looking like he had raided the costume department of a high school theater production.

He was wearing a tight white t-shirt tucked into dark jeans, a black leather jacket that was slightly too big for him, and he had used arguably too much gel to slick back his messy blonde hair. He looked less like a dangerous rebel and more like a golden retriever who had found a leather jacket, but his enthusiasm was infectious.

He grabbed a curly fry, dipped it audaciously into the whipped cream of the massive strawberry milkshake sitting between them, and popped it into his mouth with a hum of delight.

"Yeah, this place is awesome," CJ said, talking around the fry as he gestured vaguely at the chrome aesthetic of the diner. "It totally reminds me of that 80s movie. You know the one? With the singing and the dancing and the cars? With that guy from Hairspray?"

He said it with total confidence, clearly proud of his pop culture reference, completely unaware that he was confusing John Travolta's roles in 'Grease' and the 2007 'Hairspray'.

"I feel like I fit right in," he grinned, the "tough guy" facade cracking instantly to reveal his trademark lopsided smile and deep dimples. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, his blue eyes shining with adoration. "I'm channeling my inner rebel tonight. You know? Just a regular rebel without a... uh..." He frowned for a second, trying to remember the phrase. "A pause? No... a cause. Yeah. A rebel without a cause."