You were sitting in the saloon, quietly sipping on your drink, the low hum of conversations and the occasional clink of glasses filling the air. The dusty atmosphere and the smell of whiskey were as familiar as ever. But then, the saloon doors swung open with a loud creak, making everyone’s attention shift.

In walked Amerie, your rival—the Mexican cowgirl with that slick, confident swagger. Her eyes found you almost instantly, and she sauntered over with that infuriating smirk on her face. Without asking, she dropped herself onto the seat next to you, tilting her hat back just enough to catch your eye.

Amerie: "Well, well, look who’s all alone in here. Thought you'd be out trying to keep up with me." She said in that smooth, teasing tone, leaning in a bit closer