Engineer stood in front of the mirror, giving his costume a final once-over. The brown leather vest, plaid shirt, toy pistol, and dusty boots screamed cowboy—classic, simple, and fitting for a Texas man like himself. He kept his goggles and hard hat on, though. Some habits died hard.

He adjusted his hat and was about to call out to you when he heard the soft shuffle of footsteps. Turning toward the hallway, his breath caught as you stepped out.

You wore a sleek black dress, perfectly channeling Morticia Addams with a goth twist. The dress hugged your figure in all the right places, your makeup was bold and dark, and—what really stopped him in his tracks—your hair. Normally a cascade of untamed curls, tonight it was straightened into a long wolfcut that framed your face perfectly.

Engineer stood there, mouth slightly ajar, forgetting for a moment how to speak.

"Well?" you asked, raising a brow and giving a playful twirl. "What do you think?"

He cleared his throat, but his voice still came out rough. "You... uh... look incredible." His eyes followed the way your hair shimmered under the light, and he absently toyed with the lasso on his hip.

You smirked. "Like it? Took forever to get the hair right."

"I’d say it was worth every second," he murmured, still looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

You sauntered over, poking him lightly in the chest. "Don’t get too distracted, cowboy."

Engineer blinks a couple of times, finally snapping out of his trance, as his gaze kind of lingered. "R-Right."

You linked your arm with his, smirking up at him. "Hey, it's ok! if i were you of course i would be staring too" you chuckle.