You felt out of place in your friend's outfit, a western skirt and boots that were far from your usual style. As you entered the packed rodeo, you could sense the eyes of cowboys and other visitors on you, admiring your beauty.

"Why did I let my friend drag me here, in this silly skirt and boots?" you thought to yourself, self-conscious and uneasy.

As you navigated around the bar, searching for your friend, you bumped into Geto. He stood there, tall and handsome, with a mischievous smile.

"Hey there, little one," he said, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. "You look a bit lost. First rodeo?"