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christian-halloway

Christian reached for her Este immediately, grabbing her hand and pulling her back up with a grin that was half apologetic, half amused. “Hey, hey,” he said between laughs. “In my defense, that happened fast. Rodeo moved like a linebacker just then. He just loves loving on people." Still smiling, he laced his fingers with hers as they started walking toward the stand. Her exaggerated coffee dilemma made him glance down at her with a crooked grin. “Este, this isn’t a job interview. You’re safe getting whatever you want to get. Get what you'd enjoy." When she leaned against his side, he bumped her shoulder lightly with his. “The only wrong answer here is black coffee. That’s serial killer behavior.” At her comment about the dogs also being on a date, Christian looked down at them both trotting beside them and nodded seriously. “You’re right,” he said. “It's a double date." He glanced down at Rodeo with a small smile. “Pup cups are non-negotiable. I’m not trying to get canceled by the dogs on my own date.” When she started passionately defending tajín and chamoy on fruit, Christian slowed his steps a little, giving her a playful side-eye. “Oh wow,” he said slowly. “You’re just dropping controversial opinions like that on the first date?” But the teasing smile on his face made it clear he was entertained more than anything. “I don’t know,” he continued lightly. “Spicy fruit might be the boldest thing you’ve admitted so far.” Her comment about Austen judging him made Christian glance down at the dog again, crouching slightly as they walked. “Oh, my bad,” he said sincerely to the dog. “Austen, you’re extremely pretty. Rodeo told me so himself." Then he looked back up at Este with a grin. When she joked that dogs looked like their owners and that Austen was sweet and smart, Christian glanced at his dog. “What exactly makes us alike?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her with playful suspicion. “Because I feel like that answer determines whether I’m offended or flattered.” He crouched slightly to scratch Rodeo behind the ears again, looking between the dog and Este like he was genuinely considering it. “Is it the charm?” he added with a small grin. “The long hair? The effortless athleticism?” Then he stood again, clearly enjoying the bit. “Or is this your polite way of telling me I tackle people and knock them over when I get excited too?” he teased, nudging her shoulder lightly as they kept walking.

she loved how casual and, at the same time, meaningful holding his hand felt, it felt real, and it gave her butterflies in her stomach over something as simple as that. "i know, but you were the one who said you’d judge me," she pointed out, raising her eyebrows at christian with an amused smile on her lips, "well, not exactly that, but something close enough," she added with a soft laugh. she liked hearing him call it a date, she already knew it was one, but hearing it from him made it feel different. "it’s not a controversial opinion," she assured, laughing, "it’s about handling spice, and i don’t know how good you are at that," she teased, laughing at her own words. "but it’s really good, just thinking about it makes my mouth water," she admitted. when he asked about her comment on pets looking like their owners, este smiled. "oh, he’s just sweet, a little goofy, nice hair… that’s you," she said, "and he’s got that western attitude, i bet he can line dance too," she joked. "it’s definitely the charm, the long hair, and how polite you are," she laughed. "i don’t know if you tackle people when you’re excited," she added, "maybe you do, but you haven’t been excited to see me, so i feel like the answer will decide if i’m offended or not," she teased, echoing him. she smiled, then shook her head lightly as she stepped closer to the cart. "i’ll have a cappuccino, two pup cups, and…" she turned to look at christian, her tone softening, "what do you want?"

#ft. her blind date.

christian-halloway

Christian didn’t hesitate when he saw her, the second he was close enough, his hands came up to cup her cheeks like it was instinct. Like he’d replayed that exact moment in his head more than once. When she smiled against his lips, he felt it. That small curve. That warmth. And when she whispered that she missed him too, that he had no idea how much, his expression shifted, just slightly. Softer. Less teasing. “I might have an idea,” he murmured back, his thumbs brushing lightly along her cheekbones. “But I’m willing to hear the full speech later.” Then Rodeo bulldozed into the moment. Christian glanced down just in time to hear her call Rodeo “she,” and he huffed a quiet laugh. “First of all,” he said, pointing casually toward the dog, “he’s a guy. He just has luxurious hair. Don’t embarrass him.” When Rodeo jumped up and knocked her back onto the cold ground, Christian’s eyes widened for half a second before he broke into laughter, stepping forward. “Rodeo!” he said, though there wasn’t much authority in it. “Man, buy her dinner before you tackle her.” He offered her a hand, still laughing under his breath as she complained about the freezing ground. “Wow,” he teased, pulling her up carefully. “Second date and you’re already letting my dog sweep you off your feet before I get the chance too." Once she was standing again and brushing dog hair off herself, Christian looked her over with a smile. When she laced her fingers with his and suggested grabbing something to drink, his teasing expression softened into something warmer. “A coffee stand?” he nodded toward it. “Yeah. That sounds perfect.” He squeezed her hand gently, starting to walk with her. “But just so you know,” he added, glancing down at her with a faint smirk, “if you order something complicated, I’m judging a little. This is a casual, dog-hair-covered kind of date.” After a beat, his thumb brushed lightly over her knuckles. “Are we going to get pup cups for the dogs too?" Christian adjusted his grip on the leash as they started walking, Rodeo settling into an easy stride at his side. Without breaking conversation, Christian reached down and stroked Rodeo’s head, fingers sliding through the thick blonde fur with absent familiarity. “Good boy,” he muttered, giving him a gentle scratch behind the ear. Rodeo leaned into it proudly. Christian then glanced over at Austen walking beside Este, noticeably more composed. "Austen looks like she's judging Rodeo,” he added, laughing. “She's like a classy dog compared to him."

este loved how much christian seemed to come straight out of one of the romance novels she adored—the way he didn’t hesitate to kiss her, cupping her cheeks like the kind of moment where music would start playing in the background, making her feel like the main character of her own love story. “a speech? oh, i don’t think i’m ready for you to hear my whole speech yet,” she teased, a soft chuckle slipping from her lips. when rodeo knocked her over while she was too busy petting him, she laughed even as she hit the ground. “okay, okay—sorry, rodeo,” she said quickly. “i deserved that, i called him ‘she,’” she admitted, taking christian’s hand and letting him pull her back up. once she was on her feet again she brushed the dirt off the back of her jeans, laughing. “guess you weren’t fast enough to save me,” she added, biting her lip as she tried—and failed—not to laugh. when their fingers laced together and they started walking toward the stand, she glanced up at him with an exaggeratedly thoughtful look. “okay, nothing complicated,” she nodded. “but wow, i feel so much pressure right now. is a cappuccino too formal? should i just get a latte?” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him before leaning lightly against his side. “this is their date too, though,” she added with a smile, nodding toward the dogs. “i think it’s only fair if they get pup cups.” then she shrugged playfully. “but honestly you should be more worried about how i top my fruit than how i take my coffee. you’ll never see me eat fruit without tajín or chamoy on it—spicy, tangy, amazing,” she sighed dramatically. “if you want to judge me, that’s up to you,” she joked, winking at him. her attention drifted down to rodeo trotting beside them, occasionally glancing up at christian with a goofy expression. “oh, she’s not judging you,” este said with a grin. “well… maybe a little because you haven’t told her she’s pretty yet, but she won’t bite your ankles over it.” she laughed softly before glancing over at austen walking calmly beside them. “well, dogs do look like their owners, so that explains it,” she added jokingly with a shrug, laughter spilling out again. “austen is the sweetest though,” she promised, reaching down to gently pet the dog’s head. “and she’s incredibly smart.”

#ft. her blind date.

christian-halloway

Christian spotted Este immediately, and his face lit up like the day just got ten times better. He didn’t even bother playing it cool, he crossed the distance in a few quick steps, hands coming up to cup her cheeks gently. “Hey,” he said softly, smiling wide before leaning in and kissing her, warm and lingering in that I’ve-missed-you way. He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers for a second. “God, it’s really good to see you. I've missed that pretty face." Before he could say more, his attention was stolen by the very enthusiastic dog tugging toward him. Christian laughed, the sound bright, and crouched down immediately. “Oh, hi there,” he said, voice dropping into that instinctive dog-person tone as he reached out. “You must be Austen.” He scratched her her sides, grinning as her tail went wild. “Yeah, okay, I get it, you’re excited,” he chuckled. He glanced up at Este. Christian looked over as his own dog sniffed back, amused. “That’s him,” he nodded proudly. “Rodeo, be nice.” He laughed again, shaking his head fondly. “I think they’re already best friends.” Rodeo’s whole body went into overdrive the second Este’s hand touched him. He started pitter-pattering in place, paws tapping the ground like he couldn’t decide where to put his excitement, tail wagging so hard it nearly threw off his balance. Christian laughed, still crouched, watching with pure fondness. “Okay, bud, okay,” he said, amused, as Rodeo suddenly popped up onto his hind legs, front paws resting gently against Este’s tummy like he’d known her forever. “There it is,” Christian added warmly, eyes bright. “He only does that when he really likes someone.”

they were on their second date—a date she’d been thinking about since the last time they were together. when he cupped her cheeks and kissed her the second he was close enough, she smiled against his lips; she’d been wanting to feel that again ever since. “i missed you too,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to look at him. “you have no idea how much,” she added with a soft smile, before rodeo stole all her attention. she immediately reached down to scratch the blonde dog’s fur. “yeah, she gets so excited—she loves people, sometimes even more than other dogs,” she laughed. “rodeo is so cute, she looks like a giant plushie,” her tone lifting playfully, which only made the dog more excited. she noticed christian nearly lose his balance when rodeo’s tail smacked into him, and she laughed. “she’s adorable,” she said softly, just as rodeo placed her paws against este’s stomach. este was the one who lost her balance, landing on the ground with a laugh. “okay, i like you too,” she giggled, scratching the dog more energetically. “but buddy, my ass is freezing—the ground is so cold,” she added, gently guiding rodeo off her so she could stand. once she was back on her feet and rodeo’s attention shifted elsewhere, she smiled up at christian. “i think this is going to be a really nice date,” she chuckled. “i’m already covered in dog hair.” she brushed at her clothes before lacing her fingers with his. “do you want to grab something to drink? i saw a little coffee stand over there.”

#ft. her blind date.

este had gotten there early and was sitting on a bench with austen by her side. the dog was chewing on a treat she’d given her after she’d spent a while pestering her to do tricks. she was just about to text her sister to let her know she was out on a date when she spotted christian. a warmth spread through her chest and she gave him a real smile. austen stood up, her tail wagging like crazy. "hi," she said, standing up as her dog pulled her toward christian and rodeo. as soon as they reached the other dog, austen started sniffing him. "i think i'm not the only one happy to see you," she smiled. "this is austen," she said, "and this must be rodeo." she knelt down on the ground, "hi baby!" at the sound of her high-pitched voice, the dog got all excited. "i love him." @christian-halloway

#ft. her blind date.

christian-halloway

Christian’s expression softened immediately at her words, something warm and steady settling behind his eyes. “I would never have laughed at you,” he said quietly, without hesitation. “Not then. Not ever.” His thumb brushed gently at her side, grounding. “Anyone who did was missing the point entirely.” He smiled, admiration deepening. “Learning another language the way you did? That’s not something to mock—that’s something to respect.” When she talked about her students, his smile turned fond. “They adore you, that's so sweet” he said with an easy certainty. “You can tell. Kids don’t give drawings to just anyone.” As she wrapped her arms around his neck, he held her like it was the most natural thing in the world, the kiss unhurried, intentional. When she asked if he was really not rushing things, he nodded, resting his forehead briefly against hers. “I am,” he promised. “I like this—us—too much to rush it. I want to do it right.” The buzz of her phone broke the moment, and though he hid his disappointment well, it was there. Still, he smiled when she kissed his cheek. “Hey,” he murmured, gentle. “We’ll make more moments. This doesn’t disappear just because the night ends.” At her flirting, he chuckled softly, eyes dark with warmth. He squeezed her hand as they walked, protective without being possessive, like he wanted to make sure she got there safe. When she admitted she didn’t want the night to end, he stopped just long enough to look at her properly. “I’ve had an incredible time too,” he said sincerely. “And not just because of the night—because of you.” The nickname made him smile. “Anytime, cariño.” At her last question, he lifted the brim of the hat still resting on her head with a teasing gentleness. “Soon,” he assured her. “Very soon.” His smile turned soft again. “But I’m not in a hurry to get it back gives me a reason to see you again.” Christian stepped a little closer to Este outside the venue, keeping them tucked away from any prying eyes from his work place. He tilted his head and pressed a soft, deliberate kiss to her lips, slow enough to savor the moment but gentle, like he was letting her know she was safe and wanted. Pulling back just slightly, he rested his forehead against hers for a beat, smiling warmly. “Dog date next,” he said, playful but sincere, his hand still holding hers. “I’ll text you. My dog, Rodeo is gonna love you. Just be warned,” he said with a grin, voice low and teasing, “Rodeo’s a big old teddy bear… a giant softie. You might end up loving him more than you think.” He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, eyes sparkling with that mix of charm and protectiveness.

este couldn't have been luckier with her blind date. she’d found a guy who was sweet and seemed just as into her as she was into him. if that wasn't luck, she didn't know what was. "yeah, i talked a bit weird because obviously my parents couldn't talk back to me at home. even if i tried to speak, they couldn't hear me anyway—it was almost like they suspected i could hear," she confessed, letting out a sigh. "i'm glad you won't be like that, otherwise i know a few choice signs to tell you what you can do with that," she joked softly, looking down at her feet as they walked. when he mentioned he liked them, she glanced up at him. "i was hoping it wouldn't go away," she said quietly, a warm smile on her lips. she felt safe around him, felt appreciated, and him squeezing her hand was a little sign that those feelings weren't just in her head. at the nickname he gave her, este smiled. "nice nickname," she chuckled softly, her cheeks turning a bit redder. as he stepped closer, her eyes darted from his lips to his eyes for a split second right before he kissed her—slowly enough to make her knees buckle. "can't wait to see you again," she promised, her eyes closed as their foreheads rested against each other. "i can't wait to meet him," she added, "i know i'll love him." she pulled away, looking up at him with a warm smile. "bye, cowboy," she said softly, reluctantly letting go of his hand to get into her car. as she started the engine and drove off, she waved and blew him a kiss. it had been the most perfect date she’d ever been on, and she already couldn't wait for the next one.

#ft. her blind date.#THE END

christian-halloway

Christian couldn’t stop the grin that pulled at his mouth when she teased him about never being shy. Her disbelief was adorable—endearing, actually—and he watched the way her smile lifted, the soft curve of it warming something in his chest. “Oh, trust me,” he chuckled, brushing his thumb lightly across the back of her waist. “I was a disaster back then. You probably would’ve even laughed at me.” His eyes softened, lingering on her face. “Guess I just needed the right person to get comfortable around.” When she mentioned working in a school now, he tilted his head, admiration flickering in his expression. “A teacher, huh?” he murmured. “That suits you. Bet the kids love you.” Then, with a teasing glint in his eyes, he added, “I know I would've loved a teacher that looked like you teaching me. You're both pretty and wise." Her arms slipped around his neck, and Christian’s breath caught—not that he’d ever admit it out loud. He had remembered his promise. He’d been thinking about it all night. So when she leaned in, when her face lifted toward his, he didn’t make her wait. The kiss he gave her was soft, reverent even—like he wanted to savor the moment, like he’d been waiting just as long as she had. “I don’t plan on rushing anything with you,” he murmured, brushing his forehead briefly against hers. “But yeah… I’m already planning next time.” Her phone buzzed, and he tried not to show the disappointment that flickered over his face as she checked it. Still, he loosened his hold just enough to let her move, hands lingering at her waist because he wasn’t quite ready to let go. When she leaned in to kiss his cheek, Christian’s eyes fluttered closed for just a second—like he was memorising the feeling. Christian’s lips curved into the sweetest, most hopelessly smitten smile. “You don’t have to thank me,” he murmured, brushing his fingers gently along her arm. “I’d spend every night like this if you let me.” She promised she’d be dreaming of their next date, and Christian laughed under his breath, low and warm. “Then I guess I’ll see you in your dreams,” he said, voice dipping flirtatiously. Christian’s heart tugged. He stepped closer, fingers brushing against hers before she could pull away, and without thinking, he reached for her hand. Warm, tentative, but entirely intentional. “At least let me walk you outside to your car,” he said, voice low and soft, laced with that teasing edge he couldn’t hide. His eyes searched hers, a mixture of hope and quiet need. "I’d feel better if I did.”

este shook her head. “i never laughed at anyone,” she assured him, “but i hope you wouldn’t have laughed at me back then,” she added softly. “people did laugh at how i talked because it’s not my mother tongue, if that makes sense, it took me a while to get to this level,” she mused, thanks to her aunt and her teachers. there was something in the admiration on his face that made her feel like one of the main characters in her novels, alive and truly seen. “i hope they like me, but yeah, considering all the little drawings they give me, i think they do, even if i annoy them by only speaking spanish,” she said with a quiet chuckle. she had never felt this comfortable around anyone, brave enough to wrap her arms around his neck, and that kiss was exactly what she had been waiting for. when he pulled away, her eyes stayed closed for a second before meeting his again as he promised not to rush things. “are you?” she asked softly, smiling. their little bubble burst when her sister’s text came through, and even if she’d never say it out loud, she wished it hadn’t. she kissed his cheek in apology for breaking the moment, wishing she could stay right there with his hands on her waist in the bar’s dim light. at his promise, butterflies exploded in her stomach. “if i could, i wouldn’t leave,” she promised. “then i hope i can stay in bed for a long time,” she flirted back, smiling as he took her hand. “sure,” she nodded, biting her lower lip as she gently pulled him toward her car. “i didn’t want this night to end,” she admitted, “i’ve had the time of my life,” she added, nodding. “all thanks to you, cowboy,” she said softly. “we’ll see each other soon, right? so i can give you your hat back?”

#ft. her blind date.

christian-halloway

Christian chuckled, shaking his head a little as he looked out toward the dance floor before turning his gaze back to Este. “Can you believe I was so shy back in school for a while?” he said, a faint grin tugging at his lips. “I never thought I’d be dancing in front of people.” He leaned back against the counter, his fingers drumming lightly along the edge as if the rhythm helped him remember. “Used to dread gym class, let alone anything that meant being the center of attention,” he admitted, laughter coloring his tone. “Guess it’s funny how life changes, huh?” His eyes softened as he looked at her, the grin lingering but tempered with something honest. “Somewhere along the way, I stopped worrying about who was watching and started just… living it. Maybe that’s what happens when you figure out what actually makes you happy.” Then, with a playful tilt of his head, he added, “Though, I gotta say — having someone like you to dance with definitely makes it a hell of a lot easier.” Christian’s grin softened as Este slid off the stool and moved closer, her arms looping gently around his neck. The bar’s low hum seemed to fade out around them — the clinking glasses, the old country tune in the background — all of it blurred into something quieter, steadier. He tilted his head slightly, that familiar warmth in his eyes as he looked down at her. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing but laced with something real. “I remember.” His hands found her waist, steady but careful, thumbs brushing over the fabric of her shirt. For a heartbeat, he just watched her — the way her breath caught, the flicker of nerves in her brown eyes — before leaning in and closing the distance. The kiss was soft at first, unhurried, like a promise kept exactly the way he’d meant it. When he finally pulled back, his forehead lingered against hers, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “Small steps,” he said, his tone a low murmur that carried a hint of playfulness. “Maybe next time we can make out or something — y’know, give us something to look forward to on each date.” A quiet chuckle escaped him as he brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, his thumb tracing the faint flush there.

hearing him talk about how he hadn’t always been this comfortable around people made her doubt it for a second; how could someone like christian have ever been shy when he was so effortlessly charming now? she would’ve paid to know what he’d been like back in school out of pure curiosity. “it’s hard to believe that, seeing how good you are now,” she nodded, a soft smile on her lips. “life changes… i hated going to school, and now i work as a teacher in one, so imagine,” she chuckled gently. “oh, you can’t really consider what i did dancing, i was just trying to follow your steps, and i’m pretty sure people in nashville would’ve booed me for whatever that was,” she laughed, shaking her head. she’d gathered all her courage to get closer and wrap her arms around his neck; she would’ve been so sad if he’d forgotten about that promise, but there she was. he looked down at her, those brown eyes meeting hers and making her heart skip a beat, and then he closed the distance. it was soft, gentle—everything her hopelessly devoted heart had been longing to feel for so long. “no need to rush,” she whispered with a smile. “oh, already planning next time,” she teased, trying to play it cool. she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. “sorry,” she murmured, pulling it out. “it’s my sister… i need to head back, i forgot i have to go to my parents’ eye doctor appointment tomorrow,” she said reluctantly. “thanks for tonight, cowboy,” she added softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “i’ll be dreaming for our next date.”

#ft. her blind date.

christian-halloway

Christian leaned back just slightly, that familiar spark of amusement flickering in his eyes as she flatly refused the infamous couch. “Noted,” he said with a quick grin, voice edged with dry humor. “Couch is officially off-limits for now. As for favorite spot here? Probably the dance floor. I like letting loose on there.” When she teased about his whispered words, he dipped his head closer just enough to let his smirk brush against the moment. Her comment about Rodeo made him laugh softly, quick-witted but not dismissive. “What can I say? He’s my giant softie. I figure if I can win over the dog, the human’s just a bonus.” He tilted his head, eyes glinting. “And if flirting through your dog works, I'll keep doing it." When she quoted her favorite song, Christian chuckled, shaking his head. “Careful, quoting that one could get us both in trouble. Might start feeling like destiny or something.” As Este studied his schedule, he waited patiently, watching her with quiet curiosity before nodding at her suggestion. “Thursday works,” he agreed smoothly, quick to match her timing. “And I like the plan. Besides, if it gives you strength for Friday, I’d say I’m doing something right.” Then, with that same easy charm, he added, “Text me the address and it’s a date. A proper date this time. A date where I'm hanging with you because I want too and not because somebody set it up." Christian leaned in slightly, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair back from Este’s face. His smile was warm, easy, and just a touch playful, the kind that made the moment feel both intimate and lighthearted. “And I’ve got to say, I’m really looking forward to meeting Austen."

there was such a confident energy that came from christian—this was his place. he belonged inside those country-looking walls, the dance floor, the pictures on the walls, the western vibes. everything just worked so perfectly with christian there. “of course it is, now that i know its history,” she chuckled. she didn’t want to think about how many things had happened on that couch—she definitely wasn’t about to write their story on those old, probably dirty pillows. “oh, i can tell you get loose on there, you belong on the dance floor, all the eyes on you and shining,” she said with a warm smile. she wouldn’t mind staring at him either. este couldn’t help her grin widening when he said he was going to keep flirting through his dog if it worked. “it does work, you can keep it up,” she chuckled. “i guess if it’s destiny, i wouldn’t dare go against what it wants,” she smiled. “it’s a great song, it fits you—country vibes and all,” she added, a playful glint in her eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly red. “you’d definitely be giving me strength for friday; fridays are the worst days at school, trust me on that,” she laughed softly. “sounds like a date,” she smiled, feeling her breath hitch as he brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “wise man,” she whispered, looking up at him, her big brown eyes scanning christian’s features. “last time you promised me something,” she whispered again, setting her glass on the counter. she got down from the stool and stood in front of him, her arms gently wrapping around his neck. “do you remember?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, scared she was being too bold for wanting that kiss.

#ft. her blind date.

christian-halloway

Christian liked that she'd put some thought into her cowgirl boots; it wasn’t hard to tell they were chosen with him in mind. When she mentioned the couch, he chuckled, shaking his head as if he didn’t care much about the history it carried. “That couch’s seen more than its fair share of stories, but I guess we all got our favourite spots,” he said with a wink.“It's a hot spot for new couples, for sure." Christian caught her gaze, her eyebrows raised in that playful way that always made him smile, and he was pleased with how easy it felt to just be with her. Every move felt like it belonged to that moment, like they had all the time in the world. When she leaned in, pulling him closer, his heart gave a little jump. He could feel the heat between them, the unspoken tension, and he couldn’t help but let it build a little more. He could see her trying to steady herself, but he didn’t rush it. The touch to her chin had the same effect on him—it was like the world had slowed down, like there was only the two of them in that dimly lit space, and everything else faded away. “I’m not in the business of promises I can’t keep,” he whispered, his lips barely brushing her ear as he leaned in just enough to make her feel the pull of it. “You’re right about one thing though... it won’t be the last time I see you. I’ve got plans to make sure of that.” Then, when she showed him her dog, his grin widened. “Austen! So adorable." His eyes softened when he swiped to show her Rodeo, the golden retriever. “This is Rodeo. He's my big softie.” He paused for a second, just enjoying the way she lit up at the sight of his dog. "I think Rodeo would like Austen. We might have to set up that playdate sooner than later. Later this week maybe?” With that, he leaned back, giving her a smirk and an easy shrug as if it were all just part of the fun. “But, I gotta say, Este—being around you feels like one hell of a story already.” Christian pulled his phone from his pocket, the smooth motion just as effortless as his charm. He unlocked it with a quick swipe and pulled up his work schedule, glancing at it for a moment. His brow furrowed slightly, scanning the times, before he slid the phone across the table to Este with a grin that was just the right mix of casual and confident. “Here, check this out,” he said, his voice smooth, with just a hint of that cowboy charm. “These are my work shifts—gotta make sure I’m in the right place at the right time. But I’d rather be somewhere with you.” He chuckled softly as he gestured to the phone. “What date and time can you do between these? I’m flexible, so just pick when I’m free and I’ll make it work.”

being around christian felt like something written in the stars; she didn’t feel like she had to be anyone else—he was there, giving her attention, and the conversation flowed like it wasn’t even their second date. at his mention of the couch being a hotspot for new couples she raised an eyebrow. “i want to address this: knowing all that information, i am never, not ever, sitting on that couch,” she chuckled, “but then i want to know — what’s your favorite spot?” she asked, eyebrows lifted. that was only one of a million things she wanted to know about christian, but it was personal enough to get a good answer without overstepping; he could decide whether to answer or not. the way a single touch to her chin made her forget the rest of the universe was intense, and she liked it. “i hope you’re not,” she mused softly as his whispered words brushed her ear and sent goosebumps across her skin. “you got plans? you’ve got me intrigued, cowboy,” she joked playfully. when he reacted to austen, este smiled—no comment about how strange her dog looked? that was something. “rodeo is so cute, he has that totally goofy golden smile,” she said softly; she was a dog lover and it showed. “so you’re flirting with me through my dog?” she asked, trying to sound skeptical. “i love it,” she chuckled. “a playdate sounds really fun.” “it’s a love story, baby, just say yes,” she chuckled softly, quoting one of her favorite songs. este watched christian take out his phone and scan his schedule before handing it to her; her eyes immediately went to the work shifts. “any time after five,” she mused, “i don’t have much time because i’m at school from nine to five, but maybe thursday? it might give me strength for friday.” she added, “fridays are the worst—everyone just wants to go home, even señorita lopez,” she joked. “i could give you my address: i go home, drop my stuff, grab austen, and meet you there.”

#ft. her blind date.

christian-halloway

Christian was no stranger to attention. But the way Este looked at him? That was different. That kind of attention made him feel seen, not just watched. When she teased him about the delicate design, Christian let out a soft laugh, eyes dipping briefly to take in the outfit again before meeting her gaze. “Well, that explains the look you gave me when you walked in,” he said playfully, the edge of his mouth curling into that half-smile he knew made people weak in the knees. “Delicate or not, you knew what you were doing. And I gotta say, I’m a fan.” Her fingers slid into his like they’d done it a hundred times before, and he didn’t hesitate—his grip relaxed, warm, thumb brushing over her knuckles. He could feel her attention flicker toward the barn, but he caught every glance she sent his way. When she brought up the 'we shouldn’t but we will corner,' Christian grinned, tipping his head slightly, hat catching the dim light. “Hey, I make no promises about the couch,” he said. “It’s part of the experience. Little bit of regret, little bit of dust, a whole lot of memories. It's like the sneak away spot. Your friends are dancing, you met someone, that couch gives you a little time to get to know them however you want.” Back at the barstool, Christian leaned against the counter with casual ease, tapping the wood like he owned it—because, well, he kind of did. He noticed Este watching him again, that subtle shift in her focus like gravity had quietly turned in his direction. He liked that. Liked her. Especially when her hand gave that gentle tug, pulling him just a little closer. He stepped into the space she opened for him, clinking his glass against hers with a quiet smile. “For more nights like this,” he echoed back, soft but certain. When she downed the shot and chuckled, Christian raised an eyebrow, amused. “Damn,” he said with a grin, taking his own shot like it was second nature. Then, as her hand lingered near her lips, he leaned in just a little—not quite close enough to kiss her, but close enough for the thought to land. “Might need another one if you’re planning on keeping that promise,” he added, voice low, playful. “You know, for courage.” With that familiar, easy confidence, Christian reached out and gently tilted her chin up with two fingers, just enough to get her to look at him again. His touch was playful, but the way he was looking at her? That was straight out of a slow-burn romance novel that they both loved. “Hey,” he murmured, a grin tugging at his lips, “this won’t be the last time I see you… right?” He gave her that look—the one that said he was flirting, sure, but he meant it too. There was something in his tone, the way he lingered there, that made it clear he wasn’t just asking to be charming. He wanted another night like this. Maybe a few more after that, too. Christian tapped the bar top twice with a grin, signaling the bartender for two more shots. “I’ve not had my Este fill yet,” he said with a playful wink, eyes sparkling as he turned back to her. Then, fishing his phone out of his pocket, he swiped a few times and held it out so Este could see the screen—a big, goofy golden lab sprawled on a sunlit porch. “Besides,” he said, voice warm and teasing, “I still need to introduce you to Rodeo." He gave her a grin that was equal parts charming and inviting. “Trust me, if you can handle me, you can handle him.”

este was honestly happy he’d liked her boots, and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t gotten them with christian in mind. her friends would’ve told her not to dress for anyone but herself, but it was obvious those boots were for him to enjoy—subtle, but still. she wasn’t dressing up for the bar, she was dressing up for him, in a way that still felt like her, just a little different. “the look i gave you?” she teased, eyebrows lifting playfully. “i’m glad you like them,” she added, a smile tugging at her lips. being around christian was easy, like they were meant to be there in that exact moment, and she loved how he showed her his world like he wanted her in it. “no promises about the couch?” she chuckled, amused by the way he talked about it, though the thought of people “having fun” on it before others made new memories there wasn’t exactly appealing. “however you want, i feel that’s accurate,” she laughed, shaking her head. “i’m glad you didn’t pick that spot now that i know what people may or may not do on it—and that you guys don’t deep clean it,” she teased. sinking back into her seat, she felt more at ease, especially when he stepped closer and she instinctively pulled him in. downing her shot, she caught his gaze on her, eyebrow raised in amusement, his hand lingering near her lips as he leaned close. her heart skipped, breath catching. “courage? you’re too confident to need courage,” she whispered with a soft laugh, trying to steady herself against the closeness. when he tilted her chin up with two fingers, she silently thanked the stool for keeping her upright—because the moment felt like it had been stolen from the pages of a book, her melting under his touch and gaze. “it won’t be the last time you see me,” she promised, meaning every word—because walking away from him wasn’t an option, not when she felt like she could live her whole life in that bar if it meant staying close to him. “your este fill?” she teased, amused, “i probably shouldn’t let that happen if i want to keep seeing you.” her attention flicked to his phone when he showed her a golden retriever. “oh my god, that’s your dog?” she grinned, her whole face lighting up. “that’s the cutest thing i’ve seen.” her smile widened as she unlocked her own phone, showing him her lockscreen—her hugging a fluffy aussie with one brown eye and one icy blue. “this is austen,” she said proudly. “and now i feel like i have to introduce her to both you and rodeo.” she laughed softly, “i’m already in love with him though. i could totally tell you’re a golden retriever guy.” she smiled again, her voice turning slightly nervous. “maybe we could do a dog playdate sometime… soon, if that’s not too lame or doesn’t sound too desperate.” she bit her lip lightly before adding with a nervous laugh, “you make me nervous with all these romcom moves. i shouldn’t have told you i like reading.”

#ft. her blind date.

christian-halloway

Christian watched her with that slow, lazy grin of his—the kind that came easy to a man who knew exactly where he stood. This was his place. His dance floor. His home away from home. But with Este standing there, all wide-eyed and smiling in those white boots that made her look like trouble dressed as sweetness, even he had to take a breath. He tipped his hat back just a little with a flick of his thumb. Her comment about the boots made him chuckle low in his chest. “Now you’re catchin’ on,” he said, eyeing her boots approvingly. “White ones suit you. Kinda innocent… ‘til you get on the floor.” He gave her a playful once-over. “Might have people start callin’ you trouble in heels around here." Then came that moment—the air shifted. She stepped in closer, maybe without meaning to, and suddenly it wasn’t just fun and flirty anymore. Their breath mingled, and Christian’s smile softened, turning something quieter, warmer. “I reckon country music’s more forgiving than God,” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “You smile like that? You wear boots like that? You show up and make the air sweeter just by breathin’?” He tapped his chest lightly. “Course you get special treatment. Not 'cause you asked. 'Cause you earned it.” Christian’s smile turned to a slow, devilish smirk. He straightened, held out his hand like it was already hers. "I’ll show you around." He stepped back, guiding her along gently. They walked through the barn, past the clusters of people two-stepping on the wide wooden dance floor, the soft golden string lights overhead casting a warm glow over the hay-dusted beams. The air smelled like worn leather and old wood, sweetened by a hint of whiskey. Next, he led her past a small raised stage tucked beneath rafters wrapped in fairy lights. “Live music every other Saturday." They passed a wall covered in pictures—smiling faces, couples mid-dip, a few too many cowboy hats tilted low over flirty grins. Christian stopped in front of one near the edge. They walked past a tucked-away lounge area near the back—beat-up couches, low lighting, and a few people too cozy for church talk. Christian looked at it, then her, and grinned. “That’s what is known as ‘we shouldn’t, but we will’ corner,” he said, eyes glinting. “You’d be amazed how many bad decisions start on that couch.” By the time they made their way back toward the bar, the music had shifted to something slower. Christian didn’t let go of her hand until they reached the same bar stool she’d sat on earlier. Christian leaned one arm casually against the bar, his body angled just enough to keep Este close, his fingers still warm from holding hers. The music behind them pulsed low, but here at the edge of the bar, everything felt a little quieter—like the barn itself was giving them space. He turned slightly, knuckles rapping twice on the bar top—two sharp, familiar taps that echoed through the wood. No words needed. His co-worker behind the bar, another cowboy - tall, broad, and chewing gum like he owned the place—looked up and caught the signal instantly. He nodded once, didn’t say a word, and reached for the bottles without asking. “Drinks on me tonight” he said in that low drawl of his, tipping his hat back slightly as he leaned in closer to her. “Perks of bein’ in good company.” The bartender slid their drinks across the polished wood a moment later. No receipt. No questions. Just a quiet understanding. Christian caught his buddy sneaking a glance at Este—too obvious this time. The cowboy even gave a little two-fingered tip of his hand like he was being charming. Christian raised a brow at him—slow and steady, the kind of look that said watch it without a single word spoken. The bartender chuckled under his breath and turned away, hands up in mock surrender. Christian turned back to Este, lifting his glass and clinking it gently against hers. “Cheers,” he murmured, eyes locked on hers, voice soft and thick with flirtation.

este didn’t know what it was, she didn’t know if it was the effortless confidence he radiated just by walking around the place, his smile, the way he looked at her, or the energy that made it clear he was the king of this place. his place. there was something so captivating about the way he tipped his hat back—she could watch him do that all day and never get tired of it, or maybe it was just that she would never get tired of looking at him and his effortless attractiveness. "innocent? that wasn’t what i was thinking of when i tried these on, i just liked the delicate design," she pointed out, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. she was flirting, subtly, just like she always did. the way he listed the reasons she had earned that special treatment made her cheeks flush. "you do know how to make people feel special," she nodded, a soft smile on her lips as she reached for his hand, lacing her fingers with his like it was the most natural thing in the world. as he walked her around, her brown eyes scanned the place—every now and then, her gaze drifted from their linked hands to the scenery, though if she was honest, she was more focused on him than the barn. "that’s really nice," she nodded, "it’s a little concert every saturday," este added—she had heard country music before, maybe wasn’t a big fan, but she could definitely get used to it. "we shouldn’t but we will corner?" she raised her eyebrows in amusement, "i hope you do clean that couch from time to time—from one mistake to another," she chuckled. as they reached the barstool they'd been at earlier, her attention shifted back to christian now leaning against the counter. she noticed the way he tapped the wood, the way he didn’t have to say a word to be heard. that was magnetic. "you really are good company," she smiled, taking the glass in her hands as christian clinked his against hers. even if it was subtle, her hand pulled him slightly closer—her quiet way of letting him know she wanted him close. she wouldn’t mind keeping her word about returning the kiss he’d stolen on their first date. "for more nights like this," she flirted back, taking the glass to her lips and downing the shot before setting it down on the bar. "wow, that was strong," she chuckled, bringing her free hand to her lips.

#ft. her blind date.

christian-halloway

Christian had danced with plenty of people before, but something about dancing with her was different. She wasn’t just following the steps—she was feeling them, laughing through them, getting swept up in the rhythm like she belonged there with him. And the way she looked at him? It knocked the wind right out of his chest. She wasn’t faking it. Neither was he. He’d caught the way her eyes lingered when he touched her waist, the way her cheeks flushed when he complimented her, and it made him grin—soft, knowing. She was nervous, sure, but she was still joking with him, still smiling, still here. That meant more than she probably knew. Christian tilted his head slightly, playing along. “I’ve been dancing since I was old enough to walk,” he said with a wink. “I think my mom taught me to two-step before I could tie my shoes.” When he spun her around and caught her again, the sound of her giggle made something settle in his chest. Christian laughed too, shaking his head. “I mean, it’d be bold. But around here, a yeehaw’s kind of sacred.” When he called her cute and saw her blush, a soft, nervous laugh escaping her, Christian didn’t push—he just smiled like she was the best part of the night. She was. When her hand landed on his stomach to steady herself, his breath hitched a little too, though he masked it with a quiet chuckle. Then came the moment he tipped the brim of her hat. Just a small thing. A habit, maybe. But when she looked at him like he’d just set the stars in motion, he realised—she felt it too. So when he told her what the yeehaw really meant in his circle—how it was something close, something personal—he watched her eyes go wide, her cheeks turn even redder. Christian smirked, catching the way she almost said more but swallowed it down. “Good,” he said, his voice low but still laced with amusement. “It’s kind of a declaration, you know? You yell that at someone, you’re basically claiming them in front of God and country music.” Christian leaned in just a bit, not to fluster her, but to make it feel like just the two of them again. He took a slow step closer, the space between them shrinking like the music had suddenly taken a backseat. “There’s no handbook. Just laugh easy, dance like you mean it, and don’t act like you’re above a good line dance. You’re golden.” Christian gave a knowing grin, his eyes glinting with that familiar cocky charm as he glanced at her. He leaned in just a touch, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Although,” he said, tilting his head and flashing a smirk, “I think some of my regulars might be a bit pissy about you getting all this special treatment from me.” He shrugged nonchalantly, lifting his hat slightly. “But hey, what the heck… they’re not you. He winked, making sure she knew just how little he cared about anyone else's opinion when it came to her.

este felt so welcome in that place, not just because christian had invited her in but because the whole vibe made her feel like she belonged there in a strange way that made her chest tighten. at this point, she didn’t know if she was overthinking it or if he could feel it too, but the way he somehow made her both nervous and comfortable at the same time made her want the night to last forever. “if you hadn’t told me, i would’ve guessed it,” she promised, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, “when you dance it’s so mesmerizing, like you float around the space, like you own it,” she smiled—she had definitely noticed it. “why would you want to tie your shoes when you can just slip on a pair of cowboy boots? tying shoes is useless here,” she winked playfully. she had her little pair of white boots and now, after that night, she knew she was going to look for any excuse to wear them again. “yeehaws are sacred,” she nodded, then added with a smile, “notted.” but then she was closer to him, and the coolness of her last comment vanished. their breath hitched for a second as she got close by accident, just trying to steady herself. he was making her feel like every date she’d been on before was only meant to lead her here—to realize how perfect this felt. the way he talked, the way he tilted her hat, the way he made her feel like the only person in the room. “you’re claiming them in front of god and the country music?” she asked in an amused whisper as he leaned in. “oh, i’m dancing like i mean it, i even got boots for you… to dance,” her eyes squeezed shut—she was absolutely about to embarrass herself. when she mentioned getting some kind of special treatment, she smiled softly, mindlessly wetting her lips at his words. “and no one is you, so i get why they’d be pissed,” she said quietly. her gaze dropped to his lips for a second before she looked back into his warm eyes. “you want to show me around? the bar, i mean?”

#ft. her blind date.

christian-halloway

Christian never expected a blind date to turn into this. From the second Este walked into the room, he could tell there was something different about her. He noticed everything—the way her smile was slowly growing more genuine as the night went on, the light in her eyes when she laughed, and especially the way she let herself be herself around him. Christian didn’t need grand gestures or perfect lines; he just wanted real. And Este gave him real. He saw how easy it was between them, how naturally they clicked. She didn’t need to put on a show, and he never expected her to. That was the magic of it. No pressure, no pretending—just them. As they danced, he could feel the nerves in the way she hesitated, the way she looked down at their feet, trying to keep up. But he didn’t mind. Not even a little. Guiding her across the floor, his hands steady on her waist, he made it his mission to make her feel at ease. Christian smiled, heart warming. "That’s 'cause I’ve had plenty of practice," he replied smoothly, giving her a little spin before catching her again. Christian watched her with quiet admiration. She was trying—for him. And honestly, she wasn’t doing half bad. Christian chuckled, eyes crinkling at the corners as he held her steady. "Yeehaw?" he repeated, amusement thick in his voice. "You really just wanna hit me with a yeehaw in the middle of a four step?" He shook his head, grinning as he guided her through another step. "You’re cute, you know that?" he said, the words slipping out naturally, like he wasn’t even trying to hold them back. He gave her a crooked smile. "Like, ridiculously cute." Christian caught her gaze as she laughed, that playful spark in her eyes pulling something reckless out of him. Without missing a beat, he stepped in front of her, smooth and easy, his presence suddenly a little closer—just enough to make her heart skip. He reached out with a teasing glint in his eye, and with a flick of his finger, tipped the front of her cowboy hat back just enough to see her face more clearly. "You know," he drawled, voice low and laced with amusement, "you only say yeehaw, usually... if you’re ridin’ something." He let that hang in the air for a beat, the corner of his mouth tugging into a wicked smirk. "So hey," he said, cocking a brow as he looked at her, grin tugging at one corner of his mouth, "don’t go yee-hawin’ at any of my co-workers."

she was glad she had said yes to going on a date with him, if not she would’ve regretted it—he looked like a model and felt like one of those main characters from the novels she loved, the kind of man written by a woman, the kind she always dreamed of, only this time she wasn’t reading about him, she was standing right in front of him. the way he talked to her, the way he made her feel like the only girl in the room, it was making her feel special in a way she hadn’t in a long time. his hand on her hips as he helped her dance gave her butterflies so real it was hard to believe it wasn’t a dream. they clicked, like magic. "oh, have you?" she teased, smiling up at him. "how long have you been dancing?" she asked, already guessing the answer would be something like “forever” with how good he was. when he spun her around and she giggled, she knew this night was one for the books—something she’d tell her sister about and describe as nothing short of magic. "i feel like a yeehaw would sound good in the middle of a four step," she joked, barely knowing what she was saying anymore. when he called her cute, she blushed. "oh, christian, stop," she laughed nervously, her voice softer now. he was so smooth, it was unfair—at one point he moved in front of her and her hand landed on his stomach to steady herself, and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. then, he tipped the front of her hat and her breath caught. it was so small but it had her melting. when he told her the meaning behind the yeehaw, she stared at him, eyes wide and cheeks turning even redder. "oh, i didn’t know that," she said, a little stunned. "i won’t yeehaw any of your co-workers," she promised quickly, almost slipping up and saying she’d only do that for him—but she bit her tongue. "okay thank god i didn’t say it earlier, people would've judged me," she laughed. "what else do i need to know so i don’t embarrass myself in front of your co-workers?"

#ft. her blind date.

christian-halloway

Being around Este was effortlessly easy for Christian. There was something about her that made everything feel light, like he could just be himself without worrying about how he came across. She was warm, funny, and when they exchanged jokes or shared those little looks, it felt like they were in their own world, where no one else could intrude. The connection between them was undeniable, something that made Christian’s heart skip a beat every time she laughed or smiled in his direction. He found himself drawn to her more than he expected, enjoying every second of their time together. When she teased him, calling him her hero with that playful scrunch of her nose, he couldn’t help but grin. He noticed the boots, of course. It was impossible not to. There she was, in that outfit—her decision to wear it didn’t go unnoticed. And that little detail made him smile. She was doing this for him, and in that moment, he was grateful. As they stepped onto the dance floor, Christian could see the nervousness in her eyes. Everyone else seemed to know exactly what they were doing, and there she was, standing in the middle of it all, probably feeling like an intruder. He could see it in the way she hesitated before moving, but he wasn’t going to let her feel out of place. He positioned himself behind her, his hands finding their place on her waist, and he could feel her tense for a moment before she relaxed into his hold. As she placed her hand on top of his, he felt her uncertainty, but he knew she’d get it. He wasn’t in a rush, just moving slow, guiding her through it, step by step. "Okay," he said softly, his hands steady on her waist as he shifted a little closer, so he could guide her more easily. "The second step is pretty simple, just follow the lead." He smiled, letting her know he wasn’t going to rush her. "After the first step, we’ll do a quick step back with your left foot. Then your right foot follows. It’s a little like a rock step." Christian demonstrated it slowly instructing her, making her step back with his left foot, then quickly bringing her right foot to meet it. He kept his movements relaxed, making sure Este could feel every moment. "Left foot back, right foot to meet it." He repeated it a few times, letting her catch up and focus on the rhythm. "Good," Christian encouraged, his voice soft but confident. "Now, step three is where we add a little flair. After we rock back, we’re going to take a step to the side with the left foot, and then step to the side with the right foot. This is where it starts to flow, makes it look smooth." He showed her the motion slowly, side to side, making sure his movements were fluid. "See how it goes from one move to the next?" he asked, demonstrating again. "Now you just need to let your body relax into it, keep the steps light, like you’re gliding across the floor."

este would have never expected going on a blind date and ending up finding a real connection. she was skeptical, but when she met christian, everything went out the window. it was as if he was chosen for her—he was sweet, caring, and he was willing to do things with her... what else mattered? she loved how easy things worked for them, she didn’t need to try hard, and she would never expect that from christian either. they could be themselves without judgment, and it was perfect. este was having the time of her life, feeling those little heart races whenever he looked in her direction, the glances that made her look away because they felt so intimate. she was falling for him, and she didn’t even know it was possible. they hadn’t been seeing each other for long, it was just... the perfect connection. the kind of connection that made este dress up to impress him—not just to feel pretty, but because she wanted christian to notice her. the cowgirl-inspired outfit, the boots... everything had been picked for him. este let christian move her around the floor, guiding her steps as he taught her how to dance to the song. in the morning, she wouldn’t remember a single step, but in that moment, she couldn’t help but enjoy it. her eyes were focused on their feet, trying to see if she was matching him, but the difference was obvious—christian knew exactly what he was doing, and she was figuring it out with trial and error. she was sure she’d mistaken left and right a few times, but there he was, hands on her waist, guiding her through it. he was definitely a good teacher. "this looks way easier when you do it," she confessed, a little chuckle leaving her lips as she glanced at him over her shoulder. "make it look smooth, i’ll leave that to you, cowboy. i’m dancing around like a headless chicken. if you weren’t here, i’m sure i would’ve gone right when you said left a couple of times," she mused playfully. at his words, telling her to relax, este sighed—she had to try. "let’s see how smooth i can be," she chuckled, her eyes going back to her feet, trying to match christian’s steps. they weren’t perfect, but to her, they didn’t look too bad. "i’m doing it," she smiled, "is it too bad if all i want to say now is yeehaw?" she joked.

#ft. her blind date.

christian-halloway

Christian couldn't help but smile as Este spoke, the sound of her laugh a melody that made his heart skip a beat. There was something about the way she looked at him, with that spark in her eyes and that playful smile, that made everything else disappear. It wasn’t just the way she teased him, or how she effortlessly made him feel like the most important person in the room—it was the way he felt around her, like he could be himself without any pretense. Her words, her promises, every little gesture she made was like a secret code between them, a connection that felt undeniable. Christian could see it in the way she played along with his jokes, the way her eyes danced with excitement when he was near. It was the little things—the way her lips parted when she laughed, the way she tilted her head when she teased him—that made him feel something more than just a passing attraction. When she joked about tripping, and the possibility of him catching her, he raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh, don’t worry, if you fall, I’ll catch you," he said, his voice full of confidence and just a hint of playful arrogance. Christian could see how her boots caught his attention, how she wanted to playfully show him they were more than just a part of her outfit. His heart skipped as she grabbed his hand and hopped off the stool. The challenge in her eyes was undeniable. "Giddy up, cowgirl. Let's get you out there," he echoed, his voice full of surprise and excitement. He couldn’t remember the last time a moment had felt this easy, this natural. The music pulsed around them, but Christian was focused on one thing—making sure Este felt confident, teaching her how to move with ease. He had to host the room soon, but this moment felt more important. It was just the two of them, and that felt like enough. He moved behind her as they reached a clear spot on the floor, placing his hands gently on her waist, feeling the warmth of her through the fabric of her shirt. His voice lowered, soft but firm. "Alright, four-step," he said, his words smooth and confident as he guided her. "It’s all about the rhythm. We’re gonna keep it simple, just follow my lead." He pulled her in just enough so she could feel the tension in his grip, the subtle pressure of his hands on her sides, ready to guide her every move. "Start with your left foot," he instructed, his fingers subtly adjusting her position. "Step forward, then bring your right foot to meet it." His hands stayed light, but firm on her waist, moving with her, instructing.

being around christian was easy—it felt like the easiest thing to do. he was sweet, caring, and she felt like he truly listened to her. the way they teased each other, exchanged sweet looks, and joked around made este feel completely comfortable. she wanted to be there, she wanted to know him. the connection between them was undeniable, and little by little, she found herself more and more attracted to him. she was loving every second of it. as he reassured her not to worry about falling, she smiled. "my hero," she teased, playfully scrunching his nose. even though he was being playfully arrogant, it was enough to make her smile. she had put on those boots for him—before this moment, she would have denied dressing up for anyone, but if she was completely honest, the boots, the cowboy outfit—it was all planned for christian to like it. quick to grab his hand, she hopped off the stool, nervous about the whole dancing thing, but if christian was supposed to like her, he had to like her rhythm-less body too. "i'll follow you," she promised, a giggle leaving her lips as he called her cowgirl. as they stepped onto the dance floor, she glanced around—everyone was so talented, and she felt like an intruder. at some point, he positioned himself behind her, his hands resting on her waist, ready to guide her. "okay," she nodded, taking a deep breath. one of her hands moved to rest on top of his, feeling slightly awkward, not used to being the one learning instead of teaching. as he started instructing her, she followed his lead, stepping forward, her right foot moving to meet it, the leather bottom of her boots clacking softly against the floor. they were moving in slow motion, but that was probably the right way to start. looking up at christian over her shoulder, her dark lashes framing her gaze, she smiled. "step one done," she said playfully. "what's next?"

#ft. her blind date.

✧ daughter duties ✧

"That's pretty romantic, like a scene from a movie" Daphne agreed with her sister as she mentioned the hat. Then she decided to confess. "Okay, so there is someone.... and he might not be the stereotypical romantic charmer like Christian and he might come in my window and he might be hearing and not know sign language..but that doesn't mean he doesn't treat me right, cause he does, he is kind and caring and..he really gets me" Daphne explained with a soft smile, her fingers going very fast as she signed, something she did when she was really serious or passionate about something.

at her sister’s words, este couldn't help but smile. it was like a scene from a movie, and she loved it. "oh, so there's someone," she nodded. "oh, so you managed to get yourself a bad boy," she mused, raising her eyebrows at her as she signed. she didn’t know what she was talking about, but maybe by assuming things, her sister would correct her, and she’d get more information. "i didn't mean he had to know how to sign to treat you right," she pointed out. "i’m surprised, how did you meet him?" she asked.

#ft. daphne lopez.

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