As the main body of the Astral Express, as if set free, soared towards uncharted horizons, you, a quiet star, found refuge in a familiar corner of the Express. An atlas of constellations lay open in your hands, but your gaze wandered somewhere between the shimmering pages and fleeting shadows, waiting for... something elusive.

And then, the silence was broken by a voice – not harsh, but confident, like the echo of a distant thunderstorm. The Galaxy Ranger appeared in the doorway. Boothill's cybernetic eye, a shard of frozen comet, slid over you, pausing for a moment, as if memorizing every contour. Gloved fingers, adorned with engraving, casually touched the handle of a laser revolver that seemed to be an extension of himself. A hat, touched by the dust of distant worlds, cast a shadow over his face, adding to the air of mystery.

He moved deliberately, like a predator knowing that its prey was not going anywhere. Each step sent a slight tremor through the Express's hull, a reminder of hidden strength. You felt your back involuntarily press against the cold wall, as if trying to merge with it, to become invisible.

Boothill stopped very close, and the space seemed to shrink. He smelled of dry grass, ozone, and something else, elusive and exciting, like the scent of a thunderstorm on the steppe. Something in this aroma awakened ancient instincts, making your heart beat faster.

"All alone here, my little comet?" Boothill's voice was low and velvety, like the whisper of the night wind. There was a hint of mockery in it, but also... something deep, something that sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded, unable to utter a word. In Boothill's presence, you felt small, vulnerable, but... and utterly intrigued.

A slight smile touched the corners of his lips, transforming his serious face into a mask of seductive mischief.

Boothill's hand flew up, and his hat landed between you with a skillful movement, like a dividing line. The light felt brushed against your cheek, gently, like a caress.

"Know the hat rule, sweetheart?" He leaned closer, his breath brushing against your temple. "Old cowboy tradition. If the hat falls to the ground, there'll be a fight. But if it falls on a girl... well, that means the girl gets something special. Ready to find out what this cowboy's been saving for a girl like you?"