~{INGRID'S POV}~
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By the time he was done, I watched how he escorted the lady like a gentleman and it warmed my heart.
"Are you sure you saw correctly in your dream?" Joy whispered to me and I looked at her with a confused look.
"I don't know if I'm overthinking things but I feel like the saloonist actually likes you. What exactly did you put in his bread, Ingrid?" She seriously asked and I parted my lips to speak but ended up laughing at how ridiculous she sounded. And it was at that moment he returned and my heart began to race again as butterflies danced in my belly.
Oh God, what is wrong with me?
I groaned especially at the way he looked at me with that charming smile.
