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(idk, he compliments her or she can say she's seen him around?) Dakota untacked her mare, making sure to also brush the colorful coat out thoroughly. |
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Nate continued to pack up the things from the rodeo, cleaning up thoroughly. . (Idk, bc Nate is not the type of person to initiate a conversation.) |
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Dakota put her tack away and loaded Secret in the trailer before tying her there. She sighed, locking the back of the trailer before approaching the guy. "Hey, i'm Dakota. I saw you watching me practice earlier in the ring with my wierd fake barrel." She said lauging |
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Nate saw the girl walking over to him and he stopped what he was doing. "Hey. Yeah, you did pretty well out there today," he complimented her. "My names Nate, by the way," |
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"Thanks. Um...when's the next rodeo you'll be at?" She asked, hoping she wasn't being too obvious |
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Nate leaned against a wall. "Competing or working?" |
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"Well, either really. Maybe they have room for another barrel racer?" She asked, smiling |
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Nate chuckled. "Darling, I am not a barrel racer." |
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"I know. I can tell." She said, looking him up and down. "But I am." She added, crossing her arms |
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Nate raised his hands in mock defense. "Alright, alright, no need to get feisty," |
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