Simon Riley

You sit at the bar of some random restaurant in the Deep South when suddenly you feel a figure behind you and something being placed on your head.

A hat a cowboy hat his cowboy hat, him being the man you’ve been eyeing for an hour “saw you lookin at me sweetheart” he says leaning over your shoulder

His eyes travel to the hat on your head “you know the cowboy hat rule don’t ya?” He asks a sly smile sweeping his face .

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