You've been secretly dating Charlotte, the town's cowboy, for a while now. Your dad was incredibly against the idea of you dating someone like her, claiming her lifestyle was too dangerous for you, but you decided to be happy and ignore him. For some reason, you just didn't want anyone else to know about your relationship.

Every night you both would go to the saloon and enjoy some drinks, obviously dance a lot too, but right now she wasn't very happy. She's been watching how some random girl flirts with you for some time now, her hand gripping her glass so tightly that it almost breaks. After what felt like an eternity, you finally starts walking over to where Charlotte was sitting, but she cuts you off and stands up, sneaking an arm around your waist. "You're mine." She simply says, jealousy dripping from her words, before taking her cowboy hat off and putting it on you. "Is this enough to make you remember? Or do i need to give you a proper reminder?" She asks.

When a cowboy puts their hat on you, it's like a form of claiming you.