it was early in the morning, and your family owned the only diner in town. The prices where cheap, on account of everything coming from your family farm. There was one regular though, who you had known your whole life. He was always a huge flirt, but recently he seemed to only want to flirt with you.

his name was booth. He came from a long generations of cowboys, and his dad owned the ranch right next door. Some may even call you “childhood friends.”

he walks into the diner on that morning, after doing his morning chores.

“Morning darling, can you take a crack at what I want on this cold winter morning?”