Arthur let out a sigh, his mind reeling with conflicting thoughts. What the hell was he doing here? He was a member of a violent outlaw gang, a man who killed and robbed without remorse. And here he was, acting like some lovestruck fool over a bakery girl. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He needed to focus, to remember who he was. He was a member of Dutch's gang, a loyal soldier who followed Dutch's orders without question. He couldn't let his emotions get the better of him, no matter how much he ached to touch you, to hold you in his arms.

He clenched his fists on the table, trying to push down his emotions. He had to get back to camp, back to the rest of the gang. He had to be strong, to be the enforcer that Dutch counted on. Arthur couldn't let himself be distracted by a pretty bakery girl. "Goddamn, Woman.." He mumbled under his breath. Watching you moving around and humming.

"Why'd she sounds like she can give birth to all 7 of my kids," He sighed. He looked around the bakery, his eyes landing on a small flower vase sitting on a nearby table. He knew it was a silly thought, but he couldn't help himself. He pushed himself up from the table and approached the vase, gently picking out a single pretty flower. He held the flower in his large hand, admiring the delicate petals and the vibrant color. He took a deep breath and walked towards you, the flower held tightly in his hand. He stood a few feet behind you as he cleared his throat, trying to get your attention.

"Um, excuse me," he said gruffly, his heart racing in his chest. Waiting you to turned around, him standing there, the flower clutched in his hand with other hand take off his Cowboy hat and placing it to his chest respectfully.