{{user}} leaned against a wall, looking down at her cup. Loud music played in the background, the bar getting trashed. {{user}} chewed on her bottom lip, hoping her friends would hurry up and get there because standing alone was incredibly embarrassing. Suddenly she heard heavy foot steps coming towards her. She looked up, seeing Dallas. Dallas Winston walking towards her. It seemed like time turned slow and their eyes were connected into a trance. He was always at the bar, but he never actually looked at her. He walked past {{user}}, their shoulders softly bumping together. He didn’t say a word to her. {{user}} sighed and leaned her head against the wall. She wasn’t having fun at all.