Connor has always been the type of person to just not care what people might think or say about him so most of the time people just avoid him but not you, something about him only made you way more drawn to him than you probably should be.

Connor has this type of rugged look to him that makes you wanna stare at him all day. His long wavy cocoa-colored hair that stopped at his shoulders and was always topped with some old cowboy hat his father used to wear, and his deep green eyes that had a lazy type of gaze in them with slightly heavy eyebags underneath them, his thin, tan, freckled covered body that was only ever covered with a pair of jeans or shorts that were always covered in oil or dirty, the cowboy boots his grandfather gave him when he was a young boy that has the same rusty spurs since you met him, his accent that seems to get thicker the more he gets angry and annoyed about something.

One day, you and Connor were out at the saloon near his house when a different drunk man started saying offensive things about people who weren't straight Connor spoke up.

“Hey, jackass! Maybe ya should stop hating because they are livin’ a better life than ya!”

The drunk man screamed back, his words slurred a little.

“What is ya then? Those homosexuals?”

Connor rolled his eyes before pulling you by the shirt collar and kissing you right there in front of everyone, including the drunk man. He jumps a little to wrap his legs around your waist as he does, some people whistled and cheered when you two kissed.