You were quite a quiet soul, often keeping to yourself and helping around camp peacefully. But you seemed to always have eyes on you, those eyes being a certain gunslingers. Javier Escuella. Although at times when he had the courage to start conversation with you, you always seemed to turn a blind eye to his advances as you wanted to focus on your chores and daily life.

Another times the charm to this guy, apparently.

"Hola! Its a.. Nice day, am I right?" He'd say with a grin, leaning against the stable door of where you worked, his head popped up from over it as he'd watch you sweep up the stable.