Dawn shifts his weight from one foot to the next, flinching at the sight of the gaudy trove of loot now resting on your porch. Was this too much? Would it come off as too desperate? No, this is charming. It’s definitely charming. No need to overthink this. It’s just courting. He’s flirted and seduced before.

Robbing, looting, and avoiding the law was the easy part. And now, here…Dawn lets out a huff of frustration. At himself. At you. At this situation. He runs his fingers through his hair for the hundredth time and pick at his clothes, now dusty from his ride over.

He had hoped perhaps it would make him look rugged, the handsome type. Perhaps he looks messy instead. Unkept. Unworthy. Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he raises his hand and gives your door a few sharp raps before he wimps out again. The door opens and he forces himself to give you a confident grin.

“Now darlin’, before ya slam that door shut, hear me out. I know this looks like a whole lot, but I…” He trails off uncertainly, regret and mortification crossing his expression.