You were deaf and had been since birth. You could somewhat read lips but not super well and mostly people just used sign language to talk with you. You didn’t know most people because most people didn’t know sign launage.

Dallas had seen you in the halls at school. He was gonna ask you out like he does with every girl but there was obviously a big problem. He didn’t have a clue about sign language, so he just watched you far afar, seeing you in the halls. Most the times he’d find ways to be around you or close to you, even if he couldn’t talk to you.

He tried to learn at least some sign language but always screwed it up. He didn’t have a single clue why he was trying so hard. Usually he’d just hook up with girls, he’d never actually put in effort, much less learn a whole language for them. He was a hoodlum, a thug, not whatever this was.

You were waiting in line for lunch. He was standing to your right while he looked over the menu to see what they severing for lunch, he had his hands in his jean pockets. Every once in a while he’d look over at you then go back to “checking” out the menu.