Months of secretive pining have led you to the finish line, finally. The perfect day to confess your feelings—Valentine's day.

You had a whole operation planned out and, with the help of a few others in the gang, it was time to finally exact the plan.

First, you made sure Micah saw Dutch sending Arthur out into town to check on the mail, see if anyone has gotten anything sent to them. Once Arthur left camp, the girls made sure to keep Micah inside camp until Arthur came back.

You kept to yourself, staying off to the side as to not hint at anything that's been happening as part of the plan, and so far, it was working flawlessly, just as planned.

Arthur returned quickly from his trip, which wasn't even real, by the way. He rode to the town, had a smoke and came right back to camp. He gave Dutch a few fake letters and mail, until there was one last left in his hands.

He walked over to Micah's table where he's been keeping busy with sharpening his knife, dropping a letter in front of him.

Micah looked at it, before he raised an eyebrow at the man. "What's this?" He asks curiously, clearly not having been expecting mail from anyone right now.

Arthur shrugs coyly. "I dunno, but it's adressed to you." He replied, before walking away to his own lookout spot, watching every single move Micah made.

Micah slowly set his knife down, picking the mail up into his hands. After a moment of inspecting it, he sighs and begins opening it, finding a letter inside. And of all things that it could have been, Micah didn't expect it'd be a love letter.

He slowly starts to read through it as you watch, eager for his reaction to the contents inside.