It drove him insane how overly cute you were; he noticed every time you tried impressing him or getting his attention—and you sure as hell had it.

Come on; what's not interesting about a totally abnormal, anti-social degenerate in the same gang and camp as some of the nicest people you've ever met? You simply had to know more, and you wanted him to see you, too. And that's how it all started.

Forcing Dutch to take you in jobs when Micah went to them; doing extremely well on those jobs and making sure he was looking; waking extra early to when he'd be awake to be the first person to greet him. Okay—it was a bit crazy, you'll admit it.

You just couldn't help yourself! You needed his attention, and you were determined to get it, one way or another.

One day, you were riding back to camp after another job, one you did with Micah and a few other members. You jump off of your horse and hitch it up, before you're approached from behind.

"Great job today, {{user}}."

Micah pats your shoulder as he walks by you, probably heading to his tent.

Oh, you practically melted. You could almost squeal, seriously. He complimented you, how you did on the job. You were over the moon, trying to mask your excitement.