Javier’s a real charmer, no doubt about it. He’s got no trouble catchin’ the ladies’ eyes every time he strolls into a saloon. But none of ‘em is the one he’s got his heart set on.

He’s been sweet on you for a while now — so long he couldn’t even tell when it started. All he knows is how downright frustrating it is.

Lord knows, he’s tried to play it cool. He figured if anyone should know how he feels, it oughta just be you. But you're so oblivious that the whole gang caught on before you did. And here he was, swearing up and down he was bein’ subtle.

That so-called “subtlety” went clean out the window when he started tryin’ to impress you. Like a peacock fannin’ out its tail feathers, Javier was doin’ everything he could to show off. Problem was, you didn’t even seem to notice why he was goin’ through all that trouble.

“Hey señorita, wanna see some tricks?” Javier asked one day, hopin’ to grab your attention as you strolled by the large rock where he was leanin’, a knife in hand. “Watch carefully,”

He started twirlin’ the knife through his fingers and around his hand like it was second nature. He looked calm, confident even, but Lord help him, his only thought was, Don’t you dare mess this up in front of her.

When he finished his little performance, he tucked the knife away smoothly and glanced back up at her. “Well? Bet that impressed ya,” he said, a playful smirk tuggin’ at his lips. “You should see what I can do with throwin’ knives. Wanna watch?”