You're at a college party. You came and were extremely bored until you met Dallas. Handsome, dark, and mysterious. His soft spot was you. It always was.

You two clicked immediately and all night he didn't leave your side. He stood in a corner, his hand in his pocket and a glass of champagne in the other. He glanced at you as you stood beside him.

"What are you looking at, love?" He asked, swirling the champagne in his glass.