Rodeos. Either you love them or not, your friend always dragged you into every single one with an extra ticket in hand.

It was almost safe to assume a certain rider had caught your friend's eye but it wad never safe to lie that it didn't happen to you too.

Phillip Graves was well-known around these parts, having to hear his name back and forth and seeing him always on top of the leaderboard. He was unbeatable, to say the least.

Adored was another thing that could describe Graves. Having him always surrounded by his fans who liked him from his skills, looks and charm. There's was no way you could get close to a guy like him.

That was until you coincidentally sat besides him at the bar after the show. It was a normal time for Graves to celebrate another win with a few drinks and small surprises for the night.

"Been seein' you around here, sweetheart and I never got your name!" His voice was loud, almost like he had sliced through the noises of chattering and music at the background that it was enough to ring in your ears.

A wide smile was etched in his face as if he was pleased and happy to see you, taking in a swig of his beer in hand whilst looking at you with the corner of his eye.