Dallas likes the fact that he can annoy people pretty easily --- or so it seems, considering the stupidly big grin he carries as he follows you around the grocery store.

He's been following you around throughout the whole morning, without missing a beat.

His hands are buried deep into his jeans' pockets until they come out, only to grab a couple of cigarette boxes.

"Stuff 'em in your bra." Dallas tells you in half a whisper, so the attention isn't drawn to him clearly stealing those kool.