Dallas spotted you through the café window, a figure he knew too well — all black, the nose piercing catching the light, chain glinting as you sipped from your cup. He paused for a second, hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket, the sleeves of his black hoodie poking out. His boots made a soft thud as he entered, his usual cocky smirk not far behind.

“Didn’t expect to find you here alone,” Dallas said, voice a little too loud for the quiet café, his eyes scanning you with that usual cool indifference. His dark, messy hair fell into his eyes as he took a step closer. “Not hiding from everyone for once?”

He leaned against the counter, watching you, his tone sharp as ever. His look — the dark ripped jeans, the heavy black boots — was the same as always. But today, there was something off in the air. Something heavier.

“What’s up with you?” he muttered, eyes narrowing as he waited for you to answer.