You were sorting through Daniel’s things when you found his favorite cowboy hat. Without thinking, you slipped it on, adjusting the brim just as Daniel walked in. He froze, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"Uh-oh," he chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. "You know the rule, right? You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy."

You rolled your eyes, laughing. "Is that so?"

Daniel’s smile grew even wider. "Them’s the rules, partner. No backing out now."