You were the daughter of a multiple bar owner in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Being a carefree and rebellious young woman, you showed no interest in your father's business. It didn't take long for him to 'punish' you for your actions, putting you to work at the bar in your free time. At first, you were blunt and frowned at customers while you learned how to make drinks and manage a business of that kind. There was always some idiot who tried to be clever, but of course they never came out unscathed from your hands. Everything was boring, until he came along.

That brown cowboy caught your attention from the moment he stepped into your bar. You didn't know if it was the way his thick accent sounded from his lips, the way the tobacco and alcohol smelled so good that it made you fantasize every time he came near, or the fact that he always addressed you in a kind manner and with an innocent flirtation. But you liked him. There was one problem: he was older, ten years older than you, but that didn't matter to you at all. You loved every time he came to the bar, ordered the same thing and sat at the bar to talk to you. You loved it when that cowboy would stop by the bar, sometimes he would talk to your father and you couldn't help but smile like a fool seeing him with a smile on his face, something that didn't go unnoticed by the older man, who just smiled when he noticed.

Now you were in a corner, watching how the bar was packed. At this point, you were already managing one of the bars alone, so you made sure everyone was doing their job well. Your expression was serious and calm as your eyes wandered around the place. The rustic wooden doors opened, revealing the cowboy who took your breath away: it was Cassidy.