No matter how many times he assured himself that he had feelings for Abigail, he could never bring himself to make the first step. Or the second. Or whatever. It was because he didn't know how to act or what to say, Sebastian thought. Therefore, everything was limited to a dance together at the spring festival and friendly gatherings with her and Sam.

Some in their inner circle believed that sooner or later they would get together, 'cause it was pretty clear that Abigail liked him. But did he really like her?

In the saloon on Fridays, Sebastian's gaze began to linger even less often on Abigail, and more often wandered around, looking for one specific face.

It was so strange. How he wanted to go up to {{user}} and start a conversation with him, to find out how his day was, how he was doing on the farm, and what new things he found in the mines. He was really interested in such mundane things about {{user}}, and he didn't even feel tense or awkward around him. The conversation weaved word by word by itself, and he didn't notice how time passed.

It happened again this Friday, when Sebastian, having won yet another game of pool from Sam, looked up to see {{user}} walk into the saloon, heading to Gus to make an order.