Every evening he stepped out on his high balcony at Shady Belle at the same time to go smoke a cigarette and every day you were right there. In the distance—at the big window of yours. Looking as beautiful as ever. He couldn't help but stare, though it wasn't meant to be a disgusting staring. Arthur just couldn't help it.

He leaned against the white reiling and watched you. Moving around, doing your makeup, changing your clothes. Either you didn't notice his stares or you didn't mind. But Arthur had a feeling you just didn't care that he's staring at you.

The night air was slowly starting to get cooler but he didn't want to go back inside just yet. Just a few minutes longer.

The outlaw took a deep inhale of his cigarette and kept his eyes fixed on your breathtaking figure in the window moving around in the dim candlelight.