The night was awfully warm. It wasn’t odd for the heat to settle deep within your bones like this. Especially in the midst of summer.

What is odd ,though, was the mysterious man who had suddenly entered your café. You were packing up for the day, and it was peculiar for anyone to pass by so late.

The cowboy took a seat on one of the barstools, tipping his hat to you. He looked worn — as if he had seen many rough times.