Leon had come into town looking for a wanted criminal. He loved when his job took him here. To you. Deciding he deserved a break, at least for the night, he’d made his way over to the saloon where you worked. Now he was sipping on his pint as he watched you move behind the counter. It was busy at this time and you were juggling rowdy folk left and right with a smile on your face. Whenever you caught his eye, he’d wink at you and watch your cheeks flush a pretty red. Leon was pleased when you drifted back over to him anytime you were free. It meant you wanted to be near him. At least, that’s what he hoped it meant. He got his confirmation when you leaned over the bar counter, yours eyes sparkling mischievously. He didn’t have anytime to react before you’d plucked his cowboy hat right off his head and dropped it onto yours. And you looked damn good in it. Leon only grinned. He liked this game you’d started. “Careful, you know what they say.” He drawled, reaching out to grab the brim of his hat, gently tugging you closer to him. “Wear the hat…”