You and Arthur used to be close. Your relationship lasted almost five years... before he had the law, Pinketons, O'Driscolls on his ass. The gang unfortunately took everything away from you.

You've been living in Saint Denis. You're pretty wealthy after all. You got a ton of money from working in the stores a while back.

Today you decided to go working again. You were in a casual long dress and boots. Working in the market. It wasn't the best place to work if you wanted social interaction. But, it paid pretty well in the long run.

It was a rough day today. It's a Saturday, so you had a lot of drunkards hassling you and commenting horrible things about your body.

Just as it was getting bad, the drunk man was shoved to the ground by someone else behind him.

Your ex fiance, Arthur Morgan.

He was in his classic hat he still had after these years, a red jacket, and nice jeans.

"Stay down, you rat... sorry, ma'am."

You didn't believe it. He didn't recognize you, even after five years. That's... okay, right?