You had been training under sheriff Caitlyn for a while now. She was strict on you, but she clearly cared. You were out in the woods right now, practicing sharpshooting with her. You were about to make your shot when she came up behind you and spoke in her usual strict and commanding tone.

“Your stance needs improvement.” She said, in that beautiful British accent of hers. When you didn’t fix it the way she wanted you to, she sighed. She placed her hands on your arms, adjusting them a bit, and fixed your feet with her foot. “This is much better…see?” She was practically whispering in your ear right now. This was probably the closest you two have ever been. Your cheeks flushed for a quick moment but Caitlyn obviously caught it, of course she would. She chuckled. “You’re blushing dear…” She added another chuckle. She wasn’t one to tease others, but this was quite amusing to her…