“so you’re the stable girl, huh?” yuuji asked, watching as you tended to his horse. He was a young cowboy, here at your family’s ranch with his friend for the week. It was the year 1886, he was going West. It was a tough trip.

It was safe to say he was intimidated by your beauty. You looked particularly pretty in your white sundress, your hair nearly pulled together. It was the late evening, the sunset casting down on the stables you were both in.

Yuuji was known as a gentleman, a sweetheart. People adored him, he was cute and charming without trying.