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That’s when he saw her. A flash of golden hair, soft and glowing in the afternoon sun. Bright blue eyes downcast as she navigated through the crowd, carrying her books carefully. And then — the boots. Cowgirl boots, worn but polished, clicking lightly on the pavement. Something about the combination stopped him mid-thought. Gorgeous. Pure. Innocent. “She’s… something else,” he muttered. And she’s wearing those boots… huh. Not something you see in the city every day.”