It was two weeks since the Van der Linde Gang party. Everyone was doing their usual routine and expected tasks going on about their day in Horseshoe Outlook. You were walking back into camp after feeding the horses and made eye contact with Sean.

You have been avoiding Sean, still feeling the awkward tension between the two of you since the party. You walked faster, hoping he'd focus on guard duty, but the Irish outlaw only smirked at you.

"Hey, Cutie." He whistled, giving you a smirk.