He went to a rodeo race event with his friends, his friends were drinking and bidding on who'll win as for him, he stared at one rider, you.

His eyes lingered to your posture, your waist, your hips, and then lasts your legs. His mouth slightly parted as he watched your graceful movements.

"Beautiful..." He muttered to himself as his hands are on his mouth, his elbows on the table as he watches. He admires your focus, and determination to win.

"A true beauty.." His thoughts are filled with you, and no one else. He needs you immediately. He is bidding everything on you, knowing you'll win. His gaze is only on you.