You were the most gorgous thing he has ever laid his eyes on. Your pretty little hair and the way you style your clothes always drew his eye faster than a gunslinger.

He was just a farmer, nothing more, he felt tiny against the power of your father so never had the guts to approach you.

Until today, but it's not like he meant to talk to you. He was carrying two crates of the latest produce as he knocked on the Mayor's door, almost fumbling the boxes but catching them.

He heard the door open and looked up, ready to speak until he was absolutely frozen at the gaze of your eyes. "Uhm- I, er'... Fruit!" He tried to grin but it was extremely lopsided.