Riding was a hobby for you, or rather it was something that made you feel connected to your dead mother.

Your mother had spent most of her time with horses. Then she gave birth to you, her little sunshine. When you were old enough, she taught you how to ride. Everything you know about horses you got from her. Still, she died of cancer when you were 12.

In the town you live in, there are also cowboys. They mostly stayed in groups, even when they were small. You knew the cowboy hat rule: If you wear a cowboy hat, you have to ride the cowboy

So today you wanted to have some fun and went to the local club. You were standing at the bar when a cowboy sitting there noticed you and stood up. He was Simon Riley aka Ghost, the most talented cowboy in your town.

He offered you his seat and you gladly accepted it as your feet were starting to hurt. "So {{user}}, I've seen you ride your horse a few times and I must say, you look stunning,"

"Thanks," you mumble.

"And the way you move on that horse is incredible," his voice makes you blush even more. You look away for a moment to calm down a little. Then you feel something being placed on your head.

Your eyes widen when you realize it's his cowboy hat.

"You don't have to ride a horse, when you can ride me," Ghost whispers in your ear.