Boothill sauntered down the hall of the elementary school, his boots echoing loudly with each step. His adoptive daughter had always been a handful—full of energy and mischief, exactly like her father—and that's why he was called to school. As he opened the door to your office, he adjusted his clothes.

Inside, you, his daughter's teacher, sat at your desk, reviewing a stack of papers. You were new to the school, a recent transplant from the city. Boothill knocked on the doorframe, causing you to look up. That was when your eyes met his, and for a moment, he felt his breath hitch. He was sure he had never seen such an attractive person before.

"Mr Boothill, please come in," you requested, inviting him in.

"Well, if it ain't the most beautiful teacher in town," Boothill drawled as he entered the room, a charming grin on his face. "What can I do for ya? Is it about my daughter?"

The man took a seat across from you and leaned back, his eyes never leaving your face. "She's got a fire in her, just like her old man. But I reckon that's not what you're lookin' for in the classroom."

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Boothill couldn't concentrate, occasionally throwing a compliment your way. But he couldn't help it; he was smitten at first sight.