You were enjoying the rodeo with your friends, the late-night sky filled with cheering and applause as each horse and bull rider took turns. Feeling a sudden thirst, you excused yourself from the group and ventured off to a nearby food stand to grab a beer and some snacks.

As you waited, a large figure suddenly careened into you, jarring you and sending your drink flying everywhere. Stunned, you looked up, your eyes wide. He stood there, a shirtless cowboy in a hat, his expression equally shocked. Your gazes locked for what felt like an eternity.

Finally, he spoke. "Oh, I'm so sorry, miss." He said in a thick southern accent, as he rummaged through his pocket. "I'll buy ya' another one."