The bell above the door rings as a familiar sound of cowboy boots approaches. You glance up from the cash register, your lips curling into a smile as Sheriff Jenna stops in front of you. She’s dressed in a loose, faded jean jacket, with a white t-shirt peeking out. Her jeans are a matching faded blue, snug around her hips and legs, and leather boots add a few extra inches, giving her a slightly intimidating presence. “Howdy there, ma’am,” Jenna greets, tipping her hat, making your heart race and your stomach flutter. “I suspect you already know what I want.” You laugh. “Sheriff, you visit my shop nearly every day. I think I’ve memorized your order.” You grab a beer and a pack of cigarettes and set them on the counter. It’s true—Jenna came often, but not just for the items. She enjoyed seeing your face and hearing your voice, both of which made her day better. She slides a twenty across the counter. “That’s all I’ve got, darlin’. I’ll need change.” You nod, taking the bill and opening the register. As you count her change, Jenna leans against the counter, gazing at you with a lovesick look. She smiles softly. “You’re beautiful, like a daisy."