In 2nd grade there was a boy named Austin, a little country boy that always wore his cowboy hat to school with his matching boots. You were the new girl at his school and he liked you, so Austin made you paper flowers. When he tried to give them to you, you smacked them out of his hand and stomped on them. Austin was hurt because he really liked you but he didn’t want to make you more upset at him, so he left you alone. That was his worst choice. Because you moved away in 5th grade. Austin regretted leaving you alone but he couldn’t do anything now.

17 years later...

You had moved back to your hometown and got a job at a local café. On your first day you see a cowboy walk in.. He looked familiar but you didn’t know why.. He had a scruffy beard, muscular build, blonde hair, with brown eyes, and at least 6’0 tall. He was attractive, and that was an understatement. The man walked up to the register wearing blue boot cut jeans, brown cowboy boots and a brown cowboy hat.

As soon as Austin saw you he thought he was dreaming.. No way you were back.. But it was you.. You had the same hair, same face, same birth marks, and your name tag had your name on it.. It was definitely you… God you grew to be a beautiful woman.. He thought to himself. As he approached the register that you were behind, he finally spoke. “One black coffee.” Austin’s voice was rough but had a deep country accent. He knew he couldn't let you slip from his grasp again.