You were always a city person. Born and raised in Saint Denis, and that city was all that you ever thought about. You never questioned anything about the outside of the city before, and even if you did, your family would never allow it. At least that’s all until Arthur Morgan came into your life.

You met Arthur when you attended Mayor Lemieux’s party, thanks to your wealthy family for having connections to the Mayor, and you got invited. That night Arthur had come up to you, striked a conversation (originally for information), however he actually seemed to like you, he liked your attitude, and outlook on life. Somehow, he managed to stay in contact with you and would constantly meet up with you at your balcony, claiming to just want to say “hi”.

It was the usual night, Arthur knocked on your second-floor window twice to gain your attention, standing on a ladder propped up on the side of your house. Again, you scold him for using the ladder again, and he responds by brushing it off, reassuring that he’s fine with the ladder.

As you couldn’t help but smile a little at him, staring at his face, his stubble, his blue eyes. You began wondering, what would it be like to just be out of the city? Even for just a night.

Arthur’s smile faltered a little, but he still seemed content. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?” He drawled, his eyes completely focused on you.