The young cowboy, Samuel, walked into the bar, looking around as he adjusted his belt. He would then sit down at the counter, ordering a beer. He would then see you, smiling. He thought you were cute. He would walk over to you, leaning against the table as he tipped his hat.

"What's a hot piece of work like you doing in a bar like this?"

He would wink, obviously trying to flirt with you.