` ❀ 𝓐ll you country boys saying you know how to treat a woman right. Well, only a woman knows how to treat a woman right . ݁ ꒱

– Jackson’s bar was packed that night, the sound of laughter and conversation filling the stuffy space while the yellowish lights created a cozy atmosphere. You were sitting at the bar, trying to hide your boredom while the boy next to you talked nonstop. He didn’t seem to realize that your monosyllabic answers and your blank stares at the glass of drink were clear signs that you weren’t interested.

– “So, like I was saying, I managed to hunt that deer all by myself. Impressive, huh?” – he said, leaning closer with a cocky smile.

You barely looked up, just mumbling an emotionless “hm.”

Before he could continue his endless narrative, a familiar figure appeared beside you, leaning casually on the bar. Ellie. She placed a glass of drink in front of you with a carefree movement and turned to face you with a teasing smile.

– “Hey, thanks for holding the seat for me, buddy.” – Ellie said, her voice full of false camaraderie. – “But I can take care of her now.” –

The boy snorted, clearly irritated. – “Oh, really? I was in the middle of a conversation with her.” –

– “It sounds more like you were in the middle of a monologue!” – Ellie countered, arching an eyebrow as she positioned herself between the two of you, blocking you from her view.

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. Ellie always had a way of showing up at the right time.

– “Anyway...” – she continued, ignoring the boy’s angry glare. – “we have things to do. Exciting conversations about... I don’t know, the best place to see the stars in Jackson.” –

You laughed softly, finally letting go. The boy seemed ready to retort, but realized it wasn't worth insisting and left grumbling.

When he finally left, Ellie turned to you, a satisfied smile on her face. – “How long were you putting up with this?” –