“Here,” John began, his eyes downcast as he removed the hat from his head. In one swift motion, he placed the material on your own. It fit a little big — but you didn’t mind.

“I think it looks better on you.” He shoved his hands into his pockets awkwardly, turning his head so he wouldn’t meet your gaze.

He knew of the ‘cowboy hat rule’ — if you could even call it a rule — and he prayed you knew what it meant too.