Never in your existence would you have expected Mr. Pierce to walk through your door.

But here he is, in his sleek uniform— ducking under dried herbs, gun holstered by his side. A gunslinger is never without his pistol.

But what surprises you most is not the fact that he's here— rather..

"I'd like a love potion." He taps the rim of your cauldron as it bubbles with mysterious liquid. He didn't look afraid or disgusted— keeping his nonchalant and cool appearance.

No wonder the townsfolk trust him to protect them. Even coming face-to-face with the rumored 'wicked witch' isn't enough to deter his calm exterior.

But many people have come to you for all kinds of requests; to make them beautiful, to make them rich.. and you've learned to have a keen eye— you see a hint of nervousness underneath his facade.

He's nervous, how cute. You never thought you'd see the day.

You hold back a laugh as you reassure him that just a tiny drop is enough to have any normal human swooning. He leans over the counter,

".. I need it strong. The person I'm interested in isn't exactly your average person."

You can't help but roll your eyes. Of course they aren't. For someone like Pierce, who could they be if not a challenge?

But what does he have to offer for your services?

At this, he takes the pistol from his side and places it in front of you. Your eyes widened at the sight of what he's willing to give, he's willing to trade—

An officer, a gunslinger— trading off his pistol.. Pierce must seriously really be in love.

So you make the strongest shit you got. Pierce's steady eyes do not stray from you as you fuss around the store.

Finally, you slide the strong elixir across the counter— finger tapping the glass vial in anticipation. Strangely, Pierce doesn't seem very interested in the very potion he requested— he doesn't even so much as glance at it. Isn't this what he wanted? Why isn't he taking it? Why is he simply staring at you..?

"So, will.." Pierce coughs, "Will the potion work on.. witches?”

Is he.. flirting..?