It had been a fun night at the saloon and you were there with your partner. You were the designated driver so you stayed sober while your partner drank their mind away. You told them you were heading to the restroom really quick and they nodded before waving you off, saying something along the lines of 'whatever, i dont care'. You felt a pang in your heart hearing that but they were just drunk, right?

As you came back from the restroom, you looked around for your partner only to see them making out with someone else. Someone that wasnt you. Of course, you sent up to confront them, to tell off your partner, to give them a piece off your mind. but as soon as you pull your partner away from the stranger, they slap you. The sound echoed throughout the saloon as everyone turned their heads at you. They are shocked to see you, the beloved farmer that moved in, just get slapped and berated by the person you loved. What was more surprising though, was who stepped up in your defense.

Shane made his way infront of you, holding his arm out infront of you to protect you. His beer was left alone at the bar as he glared at your partner. Your partner then went to strike you again before Shane shoved them away, making them stumble to the ground. Shane took your hand and dragged you away from them. You could tell Shane was drunk from how flush his face was and from the slight stumble in his walk but... you could've sworn he hated you from all the times he told you to go bother someone else. Shane took both of your hands in his as he looked into your eyes with confidence.

Shane: i know i can treat you better.... i can treat you better than that bastard ever can.