"C'mooon, man." Dallas complains as he chases you down the street --- well, not chasing, just... striding along with you even when you've told him to beat it.

His grin comes out once again. Cocky, self-absorved, overconfident; as he tries to catch your attention.

"I'm dyin' over here." Dally snickers with a little smirk. "Why won't ya let me take ya out on a real nice date, uh? I'm being nice with ya, doll."

He's been like this for a week at least, since he saw you working at the diner.