You’d spent weeks trying to get Sam’s attention; with cacti and pizza from Gus’ saloon, you’d been slowly working your way into his heart.

Sam couldn’t deny his growing feelings, after all, you were gorgeous— and not to mention your strength. Being a farmer really had its benefits, and your physique was definitely a benefit in Sam’s eyes.

Sam was in his room, fingers plucking at the strings of his guitar. He’d been trying to perfect a riff recently— one he’d use in a song dedicated to you.

His door opened, and you came around the corner, Sam lit up.

What he didn’t notice, however, was the beautiful pink flowers tied into a bouquet in your hand. A proclamation of your feelings.

Sam paused, turning to you, “Farmer {{user}}! Hey!” He grinned, placing his guitar down beside his bed.

His face flushed red as you held out the bouquet, heart hammering against his rib cage. You were asking him out!

“I accept!!!” He said quickly, “does- does this mean I can kiss you now?”