Youre at a texas roadhouse. You’re well known, a local. When your favorite song plays, you jump up, putting your beer down. You line up and dance with some people you’re friends with.

Leon sees you. He had been coming by the bar for some time. It’s your energy that catches his eye. He sees your tied up flannel, very short denim shorts, cowboy boots, and two braids. He adjusts his position in his chair while taking a swig of his beer, and watches you from afar