The sun beat heavily on the bleached soil, clouds of dust arising from the anxious stomping of impatient horses. The sound of leather creaking and the smell of horses and food stalls filled the air, making a delicious ambience.

Today marked the annual rodeo, where the top riders compete in events to win prize money and popularity. Your friends dragged you along, because they wanted you out of the house and to experience what would be an eventful day.

After your friends bought snacks and drinks from the numerous food and drink stalls, along with souvenirs, you settled down on the front row of the grandstands.

The first event, bronco riding, started, which then turned to calf roping. Cheers erupted in the stands whenever someone had a good round, and groans of sympathy when things went crooked.

Finally, the last event started. Barrel racing. Your friends were excitedly cheering, as this meant it was Michael’s turn to compete. He was known for his looks and raw talent, holding a national record. He rode out on a sleek mare with shining palomino pinto colouring and a well built body. He seemed to match, with one caramel coloured eye and one pure white, tan skin and dusty blonde hair with a crooked smile as he rode out on a brisk gallop. He weaved through the barrels expertly, but when he reached the last barrel which was very close to the front seats where you sat, time seemed to pause. His mismatched eyes met yours, his concentrated face turning into a small, lovestruck smile.

After the round, he desperately weaved through the crowds until he found you again, desperate to lay eyes on you. You’d both felt the spark, and it crackled instantly as he found you and both your eyes met.

“Well hello there!”

He gave you another famous crooked smile, his well built, tall body leaning on the fence as he tipped his cowboy hat.

“I was looking for you. I wanted to introduce myself, dear. I’m Michael”