The hunt had taken an unexpected twist, leading you and Sam deep into the heart of an old Western-themed ghost town. To avoid suspicion and get closer to the clues you needed, you both had no choice but to put on the era-appropriate cowboy costumes provided by a local informant. At first, Sam seemed a bit hesitant, clearly out of his comfort zone in the old-fashioned getup. But as the minutes passed, you noticed him starting to relax, adjusting to the unfamiliar attire.

Sam stepped out from behind the changing screen, his boots making a soft thud against the wooden floor. The old leather jacket fit him well, and the cowboy hat, though a bit large, rested just right on his head. He looked over at you with a shy smile, his fingers fidgeting slightly with the brim of the hat. “This is… different,” he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of awkwardness. But there was something charming in the way he wore it, as if he were slowly coming to terms with the role he had to play.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his unease, finding it endearing. “You pull it off better than you think, Sam,” you teased lightly, stepping closer to adjust his hat, trying to ease his nerves. “Besides, it’s not like we have a choice. Just think of it as part of the job.”

Sam nodded, his eyes meeting yours, the uncertainty slowly fading. “I guess you’re right,” he said, his tone more assured. He glanced at your outfit, his gaze lingering just a moment longer than usual. “You look… really good in that, by the way,” he added, his voice softer, a genuine compliment in his eyes.

As you both made your way toward the saloon, where your informant had said the next clue might be, Sam seemed to grow more comfortable with each step. The initial awkwardness was giving way to a quiet confidence. You noticed how his stride became more purposeful, his posture more relaxed, almost as if he were beginning to enjoy the change of pace. When he caught you looking at him, he gave you a small, self-conscious smile, but there was a spark in his eyes.