Ages had passed since you and Arthur broke up. He was an outlaw, involved with dangerous people; and you were just the offspring of a farmer. Things never worked out between him and your family, your father would never approve of him.

And somehow you managed to end up right back under his cerulean gaze.

"Ya look good." was all he could say - having run into you at a bar. Avoiding direct eye contact with you, clearing his throat roughly, he didn't know what to do with himself around you.