Alex smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I plan to get to know you better," he said, taking a step closer.
She made her way to the bar, where her best friend, a gruff but lovable bartender named Jack, greeted her with a nod. "The usual, Jesse?" he asked, and she nodded, smiling.
As the night wore on, the saloon emptied out, and Jack started cleaning up. The stranger - whose name was Alex, by the way - walked Jesse out into the cool night air.
Alex sighed, his eyes clouding over. "I'm wanted for a crime I didn't commit," he said, his voice low and bitter. "I was framed by someone I trusted. I've been on the run ever since."