“Oh. Well, good afternoon, Mister.”
With a little bit of weariness etched onto his features, Matt stood up from his desk, offering a hand to Felix for a shake. “I’m the Marshal here in town- my name’s Matt Dillon. What brings you to Dodge?”
@mxrshaldillon here Felix meet a 6ft 7in lawman who probably looks kinda scary because he’s like 5+ inches taller than you and is likely the fastest shooter in town 😝
(Just like a “first meeting” type of ask, if ya want it! No pressure if not :3)
“Ah, uhm—”
Felix watched as the other man stood, mildly surprised when he had to tilt his head up to hold eye contact. He accepted the handshake, hoping his sweaty palms weren’t too noticeable.
“Felix… Rivera. Good to meet you, sir. I'm just passing through; I'm on my way east.” He gave a smile, then a brief glance down at the surface of the desk. His words weren't a lie, though they did conceal the more complicated, tumultuous reasons that led him here. A foolish young man on the run, chasing a flight of fancy.
"...Though I could use some extra money before I go. I came to ask if you might have a job for me. I am a photographer by trade, but I can shoot a gun, too."