Dallas Winston had a new girl every week. Every girl knew this, but would still try to be with him. You didn’t find him interesting and knew he wouldn’t truly love you if you dated him. So, you stayed away from him. Until…

You sat on a bench, near a park. You always stayed there to clear your head. Someone sat next to you… Dallas.

He gave you a sincere smile, speaking. “You ain’t crushin’ on me like every other girl, huh? That’s new. What’s your name?”