Page 7 of Romero and Juliette

Mustang_Ranger: I’d play hard.

FleetwdLvr05: And if the prize is a kiss?

Mustang_Ranger: Then I’d never lose.

FleetwdLvr05: That’s cocky.

Mustang_Ranger: That’s confidence. You’d like it.

FleetwdLvr05: Don’t be so sure.

Mustang_Ranger: I’m sure enough to take the bet.

She is definitely flirting with me.

We’re flirting.

And fuck me if I don’t like it. Maybe she really is the one who can get Buttercup out of my head.

Mustang_Ranger: What’s something small that always makes your day better?

FleetwdLvr05: Sunsets. Dogs. Good music.

Mustang_Ranger: Dogs, huh?

FleetwdLvr05: Yeah. I trust dogs more than people.

Mustang_Ranger: Smart girl.

FleetwdLvr05: What about you?

Mustang_Ranger: Quiet mornings. Fresh coffee. Someone who laughs easily.

FleetwdLvr05: Sounds nice.

Mustang_Ranger: It could be.

FleetwdLvr05: You saying you’d share it?

Mustang_Ranger: Depends who’s asking.

FleetwdLvr05: Just some girl with pink boots.

What is it about this woman that makes me want to open up? To let her see all the parts of me? That feels like she wouldn’t judge any of them?

FleetwdLvr05: Ever get that feeling like you know someone before you really do?

Mustang_Ranger: Yeah.

FleetwdLvr05: Like you recognize their energy or something.

Mustang_Ranger: Or maybe they just feel like home.

FleetwdLvr05: That’s… unexpectedly poetic.

Mustang_Ranger: Don’t tell anyone. It’ll ruin my reputation.

FleetwdLvr05: Of being a mysterious cowboy spy?