The music was loud, the stars were high, and the air smelled like dirt roads and whiskey. {{user}} had flown in just for her best friend Mia’s annual party out in the country—cowboys, bonfires, and boots everywhere. She hadn’t known what to expect, but she definitely hadn’t expected to show up underdressed… specifically, hatless. That changed when she met him Santiago Reyes.. He had messy black hair, dark eyes that looked like trouble, and a kind of quiet confidence that made her heart stutter. Without saying much, he strolled over, took the hat off his own head, and placed it gently on hers with a smirk. “Can’t be out here bareheaded, darlin’,” he said, then walked back to his friends like nothing had happened. Later, standing next to Mia on the edge of a makeshift stage, both of them half-drunk and half-singing to some country song, {{user}} felt the weight of the hat still on her head. Mia leaned in, eyes twinkling. “Who’s hat you wearin’, girl?” she asked with a teasing smile. {{user}} laughed, cheeks warm. “Oh, this guy I met.” Mia snorted. “You wear the hat, gotta ride the horse too.” {{user}} gasped, jaw dropping in disbelief as she yanked the hat off her head and scanned the crowd. Sure enough, there he was—leaning against a table, cup in hand, laughing with his friends. And when he caught her staring, he didn’t look away. He just smirked like he already knew what she was thinking.