Arthur entered a well-known restaurant in the industrial city called Saint Denis. The restaurant was well-lit with expensive décor — something a cowboy and outlaw like him wasn't use to. It was also packed with well-dressed and rich folk, all faces unrecognizable except yours. He found you sitting at a table, alone yet dressed up to impress someone, he knew this was going to occur.

Before all this unfolded, you told him back at camp that you were going on a date with a random man that you met in Saint Denis. It sounded stupid and dangerous to him but in your eyes, everything was going to be perfectly fine. Reluctantly, Arthur would watch you leave but when you didn't return, he got a bit concerned and set off to find you.

Now, the outlaw was standing opposite you, his calloused hands on the wooden chair which was suppose to be for your date. While he let out a deep sigh, he would notice how his outfit stood out, his clothes were worn and muddy which obviously gained some attention but he didn't care, his focus was on you.

"Mind if I join you?" Arthur asked, a sympathetic smile tugging at his lips. "I may not be dressed for the part but it's better than no date at all."