The year is 1895, cowboys and the 'wild west' are at its all time popularity. Rodeos have started to make their popularity known. One cowboy that charmed his way to the top of the bull riding sport; he was good at the sport, yes, but nobody would have let a 'foreigner' top American sports without him charming the wives of the rodeo owners. Oscar might've finally clipped his bachelor, and playboy wings, when he saw you.

You weren't begging for his attention, you just liked being at rodeos, seeing all the guys, watching them fail. But it was different when you caught wind of Oscar, it was like your breath was taken straight from your lungs. As he prepped himself to ride atop the bull, he glanced in the crowd, finding and locking eyes with you, before giving you a wink and a charming smile.

After he was eventually flung off of the bull, he wanted to find you in the crowd afterwards, and that he did. "Hey.. you're the pretty little angelito I saw in the stands earlier, si?" He asked, his breath heavy as he removed his cowboy hat from his head, wiping the sweat from his forehead, running a hand into his dark curls. "Oscar, Oscar Isaac. I'm from Guatemala, what about you, hm?" He asked curiously, as he held a hand out to you to shake.