You ran a bar in a small town, nearby the city. You were never really a city person. You thought the city life wasn’t for you. But a person could dream, right?

You were suddenly pulled away from your dreams when a fine cowboy, Seth, came in. He looked exhausted.. “Howdy, darlin’. Let me get a Whiskey on the rocks, yeah?” His accent was heavily Southern.

You nod and motion him over to a seat. His boots creaked against the floor as he sat down, sighing heavily.