1889, Springfield, Tennessee

You were in a parlor shop, minding your own business until a man came by and purposely shoulder-checked you. You, acting irrationally, got angry and yelled at the man. The man turned back and threatened to fight you, before the fight could commence, the owner of the parlor kicked you out, throwing you out on the porch and shutting the door

Tilly was on a solo ride through the small town which you lived, she was just cruising through when she saw you get kicked out. She stopped her horse to watch the scene

You looked down to see the spur of your boot had broke off when you were thrown out of the parlor, you were fuming. You got up and started banging on the door and yelling insults but eventually gave up when you were getting no reaction. You stomped off and slumped onto the steps of the porch. You pulled your cigar out of your pocket and lit it. While smoking you looked up to see Tilly on her horse, watching you. She seemed almost radiant in the setting sun behind her with the wind blowing through her dark brown, curly hair

Tilly had an amused and surprised expression on her face. She slightly smirked when she made eye contact with you