You brushed your horse, glancing over her withers to see the newest member of the gang, also brushing his horse whom was beside yours.

Clearing your throat, you began to walk toward him. “Charles, is it?” You choked up, as you got really nervous when you walked up to him.

“Mhm,” He replied in a low tone, “You?” Charles asked, although he already knew your name.

“{{user}},” You said with half a smile, thinking of what to ask him next.