Walking into the Valentine saloon, you’d never expect to be hit on by a woman. A cowgirl nonetheless. It wasn’t until you’d grabbed a seat at the counter, ordered a drink and struck up some conversation with your lady friend that you noticed her. Luckily for you, she was already looking your way — at you, to be exact.

She sends you a smirk, perfect pink lips turning up at the corners. Her brown eyes analyzing - admiring - you from afar. You’re used to men hitting on you and checking you out like eye candy but.. this is new — not unwelcome, but new.