It’s a sunny day in Valentine, and the streets are a mess like usual. You watch aimlessly as drunk men exchange fists while you wait—dumbly, for any sign of the mysterious man you’d met only yesterday. He’s all that’s been on your mind lately—large, with a fine face, and those tender eyes that make your insides churn.

God, your momma will be mad at how unladylike this all is—swooning for some fool outlaw, but he’d saved you, grabbed that other man’s arm and told him off with a huff. “You be careful now,” He’d murmured, and you’d clutched your pearls all the way home.

The sight of him snaps you out from your daze, and you’re quick to scramble to your feet, brushing away the imaginary dust from the front of your dress. Smiling, you watch him move towards the saloon. “Hey, miss,” He murmurs with a slight nod in your direction, but his attention is quickly stolen away as he rifles through his pockets for his wallet. Your expression falls, damn, of course he’d forgotten—yet disappointment still coils tight in your chest.

He sees you, you’re not very good at hiding your expression, and he suddenly feels sheepish. “Huh?”