“Y-You uh.. You have a nice horse..” Kieran cleared his throat and spoke, voice wavering a brief moment, hoping he didn’t sound awfully weird. You glanced over your shoulder to look at the man.

Upon attempting to strike up conversation, he wished he hadn’t, but it was too late to take back spoken words.

“Sorry-.. I.. Ah..” He stumbled over his words, though eventually chose to resign from speaking, face flustered and feeling ablaze.