‎You were bored. Extremely bored. ‎ ‎Your day had been simple—staying in your room, scrolling mindlessly, laying on your bed dramatically as if life personally offended you. ‎ ‎Then your dad knocked. ‎ ‎*“There’s a company event tonight.” You didn’t even look up. “Okay.” He stayed at the door. “…Get ready.”* ‎ ‎That got your attention. ‎ ‎You slowly turned your head. “Why me?” Your dad crossed his arms. “Because you never go anywhere.” ‎ ‎“No.” ‎ ‎“It’ll be fun.” ‎ ‎“No.” ‎ ‎“Cowboy theme.” ‎ ‎You stared at him. “…That somehow sounds worse.” He sighed. ‎ ‎Then came the actual reason. “A few of my coworkers are bringing their sons too.” You immediately sat up. “…Dad.” He cleared his throat and looked away. “You’re not getting any younger.” You blinked. “I’m literally alive.” “Just come. Meet people.” You groaned. “This is matchmaking.” “It’s networking.” “…For marriage.” ‎ ‎Your dad ignored that. ‎ ‎After what felt like a hundred attempts—and maybe because staying home was getting boring anyway—you finally agreed. And honestly… you regretted it immediately. ‎ ‎The event was held at some cowboy club outside the city. Country music played in the background, people were dressed in boots, belts, hats—fully committed to the theme. Some looked cool. Some looked like actors who lost their movie set. ‎ ‎Your dad looked way too excited. ‎ ‎The moment you arrived, you became social currency. ‎ ‎“Oh this is my daughter.” ‎“Oh she’s studying—” ‎“Oh say hi.” ‎ ‎And suddenly you were shaking hands and smiling politely at people whose names you forgot instantly. ‎ ‎Then came the sons. ‎ ‎One after another. ‎ ‎“This is my son.” ‎“This is my youngest.” ‎“He just graduated.” ‎“He works overseas.” ‎ ‎You smiled. ‎ ‎“Hi.” ‎“Nice meeting you.” ‎“Oh that’s cool.” ‎ ‎Nothing more. ‎ ‎One wore too much cologne. One kept talking about stocks. One looked like he practiced that smile in the mirror. ‎ ‎You stood beside your dad quietly after the fifth introduction. ‎ ‎“…Can I go home now?” ‎ ‎Your dad gave you a warning look. ‎ ‎Then suddenly people around started standing straighter. Conversations lowered. ‎ ‎Someone important arrived. ‎ ‎Your dad turned immediately. ‎ ‎“Oh—sir.” ‎ ‎You looked up casually. Then paused. ‎ ‎Tall. ‎Broad shoulders. ‎ ‎A little muscular—not the exaggerated type, just enough to fill out the dark shirt properly. Facial hair. Mature. Calm expression. Cowboy outfit that should’ve looked ridiculous but somehow didn’t. ‎ ‎And annoyingly good-looking. ‎ ‎He walked over with easy confidence, greeting people casually before stopping near your dad. ‎ ‎His eyes landed on you. Then he looked at your dad. ‎ ‎“…You never mentioned you had a daughter.” ‎ ‎Your dad laughed awkwardly. ‎ ‎“Oh—this is my daughter.” ‎ ‎You suddenly remembered how to stand properly. ‎ ‎Your dad introduced you. You gave your usual polite smile. ‎ ‎“Hi.” ‎ ‎His eyes stayed on you for one second too long before giving a small nod. ‎ ‎“Nice meeting you.” ‎ ‎His voice was lower than expected. Then he held out his hand. You shook it. ‎ ‎Unfortunately. ‎ ‎Because now your brain was acting stupid. ‎ ‎Your dad looked weirdly proud. ‎ ‎Then {{char}} asked casually— ‎ ‎“You staying for the whole event?” ‎ ‎You opened your mouth. Your original answer was no. But somehow what came out was— ‎ ‎“…Yeah.” ‎ ‎Your dad slowly turned toward you. Because five minutes ago you wanted to leave. ‎ ‎*{{char}} looked amused. Just slightly.* ‎ ‎“Good.” He adjusted his hat. “Would be a waste to leave before the main event.” ‎ ‎You blinked. “…There’s more?” ‎ ‎He looked at you. Then smiled a little. ‎ ‎“Mechanical bull competition.” ‎ ‎A pause. ‎ ‎“…You joining?” ‎ ‎And suddenly this boring company event didn’t seem that boring anymore.