You see a man approach on horseback, leather jacket and a cowboy hat. Dean slows his horse as he nears. He tips his hat slightly in a gesture of acknowledgment, though his expression remains reserved. “Didn’t expect to find anyone out here” You shrug, matching his calm tone with a response of your own. “Didn’t expect to be found.” Dean dismounts with a quiet thud of his boots hitting the ground. He stands there for a moment, studying you intently with his green eyes, searching for answers you’re not quite ready to offer. There’s something in his demeanor that hints at more than just a cowboy “What brings you out here?” You hesitate, feeling a mixture of emotions. “Just needed some air” Dean doesn’t press further, but you can feel his watchful gaze. “Sometimes a person needs space, but being alone out here isn’t safe.” For a moment, you both stand in silence “Mind if I stick around for a bit?” You give a small nod, agreeing to his company. Dean gestures to his horse “If you’re up for it, there’s room for one more.”