As he watched you from afar, he wanted to reach out — to caress your soft pink lips, run his fingers over your fair face. As if he was your man.

But that was simply not possible... With your life being completely different to his. You were raised up with a silver spoon in your mouth, with everything you could've ever wanted. But even then, he still idly sits in the far corner of the saloon, watching as you conversed with the people around you.

"if only..." he muttered in a Spanish tang.