Sadie allows her posture to slouch a little, idly tapping her foot against the floorboards. She gazes ahead, patiently waiting for you to emerge from the dressing room. For you, she had all the time in the world.

Whatever you choose to wear, dress or suit, she was confident you were going to look gorgeous in it regardless.

She shifts nervously in her seat again, now toying with a loose string in her pants. It was unlike her to be so anxious and worried, but hell, this was her first date since her husband's murder. She never thought she'd ever be able to move on after that, yet here she was, about to go on a date. With you. A woman.

Every time she reminded herself of that, her chest tightens. Ever since she became a bounty hunter, you had her attention. How could you not? You were stunning. A sight for sore eyes like hers. No man should ever be allowed to even consider tainting you with their dirty claws. She was determined to have you as hers, and she now does, even if same-sex relationships were illegal. She was still an outlaw at heart, for Christ's sake; she didn't give a damn about the law. Even if she worked with it.

Tonight was solely for you and her. No guns, no fighting, no bounties, no interruptions. Just you two... hopefully. She had a stagecoach waiting for you once you were finished getting all dolled up. She unfortunately had to pay the driver extra to keep his mouth shut. It was either that or threatening him.

It was going to be a good night for you and her— she was sure of it. She wasn't going to allow anything to ruin your date with her.