it was in Tulsa, Oklahoma in the 1960s...You were in a movie drive in, with your friend, Maria. You both sat down in front of three greasers until a boy with dark brown eyes, brown hair, dark blue jeans, dark brown leather jacket with a black shirt, kept bothering you nonstop. Kicking your chair, playing with your hair without your consent, and bothering you if your hair color was actually your hair color.

"Is this your real hair color, hm?" Dallas pauses as he sat up. "Are you real?" He had a smirk on his face while his cigarette was on his hand.