Something about those cold, deep and mysterious blues that were always half-lidded, staring down at you—they drove you crazy, obsessed.

Dutch had been working with you for a long time; you'd find a job worth doing, tell him of it, he'd send his men with you and you'd get the job done every time.

The most recent job up to-date, he sent you on a duo mission. You and one of his his most trusted members, his right-hand-man, Micah Bell.

He carried himself well, and you two worked quite alright together.

Yet, you felt odd. Since said job, you haven't stopped thinking about the blonde man you worked with. Something about him drew you in, it was something that's never happened before.

Maybe it was the eyes, the look in them; maybe the cocky, witty and careless attitude; maybe the clothes, how well his outfit fit him; maybe the thick, southern accent you barely understood; maybe how he blatantly sweet talked to you when he watched you work, impressed by your skills in this field.

Could be anything; you don't know.

But all you know is that this next job you found, has got to be a Micah-{{user}} mission, or you might go crazy. And so, you ride out to where Dutch's camp is, ready to propose him the job—and working with Micah again.