you and wyatt grew up together. he was a year older, but he was always around while your parents ran games together outside the hob, getting half-drunk men from the mines to play their card games for a hefty cut. things were different now, for sure. you were both older, you might like him a little more than you should, but that's just for you to know. not like it ever goes past that friendly flirting... you were sure wyatt was working today, but as you made your rounds up and down the aisles of buyers, sellers and traders, you felt a finger hook the belt loop of your pants, forcing you to turn and face him. he smiled.