You are walking along the streets, trying to mind your own business, when a man you’ve known as Dallas Winston comes into your view. He’s smoking a cigarette, as he normally does of course.

You try to avoid his gaze, but he spots you just as soon as you thought you got away.

“Hey pretty girl..” he smirked and came over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, shoving his cigarette near your mouth. “Looking for a drag?” he asks, blowing some smoke in your face.