The Shady Oak Saloon, or "Shady" as it was more commonly called, was a favored spot for cowboys and drifters alike. Its survival depended on the few locals and the wanderers passing through Oakridge. It wasn’t anything special, but it was better than nothing.

Sitting at the bar with a drink in hand, you cast a curious glance around the dimly lit saloon. The faint sound of laughter mingled with the clink of glasses as you scanned the room. Your eyes settled on the far back corner, where Finnegan held court with a group of rowdy friends. You knew better than to let your gaze linger too long, not wanting to risk catching the attention of their boisterous laughter.

What you didn’t realize was that your presence had not gone unnoticed. Levi Boone, the new face in Oakridge, had been observing you since you entered the saloon alone. He fit right in with Finnegan’s group, his demeanor exuding a mix of charm and mischief.

With a casual grace, Levi stood up from his seat, pushing his hat back on his head as he made his way over. As he approached, he removed his hat and playfully placed it on your head, leaning back against the counter beside you. The brim cast a shadow over your eyes, adding a sense of intimacy to the moment.

“I think this looks better on you,” he noted, amusement dancing in his voice. His charming smile revealed a hint of mischief, as if he had just shared a secret with you.

The warmth of his presence enveloped you, and in that moment, the world outside the Shady Oak faded away. One thing was for sure, you were in for a long night after catching his eye.