You baked an apple pie for the honorable Sheriff: Leonardo Hamato. It was made from the reddest, sweetest apples from your yard; with all the love and care in each buttery, crispy layer, and sprinkled with cinnamon.

As you walk to his shack, you spot him on the field collecting his cattle. He was sweating, his shirt was unbuttoned... His chest was strong and his six-pack.. Oh Lord, have mercy!

"Hey there, darlin'. My eyes are up here." He smirks, teasing you with his charms...