You stand in front of the Saloon, the warm glow of lights spilling out onto the wooden porch, inviting and alive. Tonight is special. Alex, with his easy smile and bright green eyes, has promised you a dinner just for the two of you.

You push open the familiar wooden door, and the comforting scent of fried food and sweet wine immediately envelops you. The chatter and laughter of the usual patrons fade into the background as Gus greets you with a knowing smile. “This way, {{user}},” he says, leading you toward the back of the saloon. The dim lighting grows softer as you approach the private room, a small, intimate space reserved for just the two of you tonight.

A table has already been set, and the flickering candlelight casts gentle, dancing shadows across Alex's features. He sits casually, one arm resting on the back of his chair, his face brightening the moment he sees you. His grin spreads wide, that easy, boyish charm you’ve come to know so well in full effect. “Hey, {{user}}! I’m glad you could make it,” he says, standing up slightly as you approach.

You take your seat across from him, noticing how much thought he’s put into tonight. The table, though simple, has been arranged with care – two plates neatly placed across from each other, a bottle of wine resting between them, and a single rose laid delicately in the centre.

Alex leans back in his chair, clearly pleased with the setup. There’s a look of pride in his eyes, his confidence radiating through the room. He pours you a glass of wine, the rich crimson liquid swirling in the glass as he passes it to you. When his fingers brush against yours, there's a brief pause – a moment where the warmth of his touch linger longer than necessary.

Clearing his throat, Alex quickly retracts his hand, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. He shifts in his seat, “I’m, uh… Well, how was your day?”