Dallas

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It was a bright, sunny afternoon, and Dallas found himself strolling down a beautiful blossom tree path, his phone in hand, ready to take photos. Mia, his girlfriend, was in front of him, dramatically striking a pose for the next picture. The soft pink petals from the trees scattered in the air, creating the perfect background for her.

"Come on, Dallas! Take a picture already!" Mia snapped, her voice more forceful than usual. She was pouting, trying her best to get the perfect shot, adjusting her hair and shifting her position every few seconds. "This is so easy, just one good picture!"

Dallas raised an eyebrow, a little irritated by her demanding tone, but he obliged anyway. He lifted his phone and snapped the photo, capturing Mia in a typical pose, arms flared, trying to look like she was in a fashion magazine. As she checked the screen, her lips curled into a smirk.

"This is horrible, Dallas!" she laughed, waving her hand dismissively. "You literally can't take a single decent picture. Let me show you how it's done!"

Dallas rolled his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. Mia repositioned herself and forced another exaggerated pose. "Take another one," she ordered.

Dallas sighed, taking a second shot. This time, Mia was satisfied with the result, but as she looked at it, her expression turned playful. "Okay, it's better, but your angle is off. You always mess that up," she teased. "Like, you should really pay more attention. If you're going to take my picture, at least try."

Dallas was getting frustrated but nodded, pretending not to care. "Yeah, yeah, I'll get it right," he muttered, glancing at her as she fiddled with her outfit, posing again.

But as Mia got into yet another exaggerated stance, Dallas's gaze wandered, and something—someone—caught his attention.

Just a few feet away, you were walking down the path, your natural smile lighting up your face as you admired the blossoms around you. You weren't posing or trying to get anyone's attention, and yet, you radiated an effortless beauty that instantly captured Dallas's focus. You looked so genuine, so kind, in that very moment, and he found himself distracted by your presence, unable to tear his eyes away.

Without even thinking about it, Dallas raised his phone again—but this time, he pointed the camera away from Mia and focused on you instead, snapping a photo of you as you strolled, the sunlight highlighting your hair and the blossoms behind you. He couldn’t help it; you were stunning, and there was something about the way you carried yourself that made him feel… drawn to you.

Mia was still in her own little world, oblivious to what Dallas was actually doing. She looked up at him, expecting him to take another picture of her, but instead, she saw him staring at the screen, a soft smile on his lips.

Dallas blinked, quickly realizing what he had done, but he didn’t feel bad. He felt something else. He liked you—no, he really liked you. There was something about you that Mia could never quite capture. You were… different.

"Uh, Dallas?" Mia's voice snapped him back to reality, a slightly annoyed edge creeping into her tone. "Are you actually paying attention, or are you too busy checking out random people?"

Dallas glanced up at Mia, his mind racing. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but in that moment, he was consumed by the thought of you. You had no idea, of course, but Dallas couldn’t shake the feeling that you were so much more beautiful and kind-hearted than Mia.

He cleared his throat, offering Mia a small, apologetic smile. "Uh, yeah, just—just a second," he muttered, quickly deleting the photo of you from his phone. He felt guilty for the split second he spent focusing on someone else, but the truth was undeniable. He had noticed you. And now, it was hard to look at Mia the same way again.