The two of you sat in the Thunderbird he'd borrowed from Buck - though Dallas swore it was his own. You knew he was only lying to try and impress you.

He seemed much more nervous than he first did when he initially asked you out on this so-called date just a week before. He turned the dial on the radio, mindlessly flipping through the stations as the car remained idle in the parking lot. You sipped on the Dairy Queen milkshake he'd bought you, simply watching him as his eyes scanned the area inconspicuously.

Dallas grabbed a pair of sunglasses, sliding them on before he finally looked at you. He fished a cigarette pack out of his pocket, and grabbed one to light. “The sun was in my eyes,” He lied. He didn't want to be recognized hanging out with you — a soc. He wasn't embarrassed by you, but he was afraid his own reputation would get ruined if he was seen with you. He took a drag from his cigarette.

It was a pretty shitty disguise. Anyone could recognize Dallas Winston from a mile away -- sunglasses or no -- but you bit your tongue to bite back a remark.

He exhaled slowly, smoke billowing up into the air. The cigarette he lit remained perched between two fingers, and a heavy silence passed before he spoke. "Look, sweetheart, I don't want you gettin' the wrong idea," Dally began, "I just... you know what people are going to think. Me and you? We're not exactly picture perfect together."

Dallas was head over heels for a soc, and he couldn't even stand the thought of being seen with her.