Sparky can't help the chuckle that surfaces. Nothing else mattered... he'd never felt that way before, but now he understood it. It just didn't matter. Faith simply made him feel good and brought a smile to his face whether he tried to keep it in or not.
Adjusting his hat on his head, he glances to the wall of saddles. "Well... if we had to do it the same way, I'd probably end up having you try them all..." He gives her a sidelong glance. "But then we'd be in here all day, wouldn't we?"
Still grinning, he puts away the saddle and retrieves a smaller one, having Faith sit in this one too. He doesn't linger long though and is satisfied enough with the fit to say it was a match. Easily carrying it, he lets Faith go first out of the tack room, his eyes following her the whole way.
In no time at all, Twilight is saddled and ready to go. Making sure Faith is still with him, he offers his hand on the way to the corral. Once there, he instructs Faith how to mount the horse, explaining details and showing her how a horse would react to different commands.
"Okay... left foot in left stirrup and swing yourself up."
Waiting until she was in the saddle, Sparky takes her feet and make sure they're positioned right in the stirrups. "Now, if anything happens, the reins are your breaks, and grip with your legs."
He puts a hand on Faith's knee, applying slight pressure. "Right there."
Twilight fidgets a little, and Sparky grins up at Faith. "Ready for a nice walk?"
Con smiles broadly as Sapphire and Gage approach. Before they arrive at the table though, he nudges Jamie, speaking under his breath. "Do they... look like a couple to you?"
Looking up at Gage, he nods, offering his hand. "I saw you around TJY there for a while."
"Yeah..." Gage returns the handshake, and nods to Jamie as well, though his discomfort is apparent by his gaze dropping as he slides into the booth next to Sapphire. Hearing that she'd been talking about him at work, his own face reddens just a little. She said it was all good, but he couldn't help but wonder what other people thought about him. Con and Jamie... they were Elite. Con had been on the scene the day he'd been brought in... what did he think?
"I don't know about you two, but I'm starving." Con breaks into the silence, scanning a menu.
"Why do you look at that thing?" Carson walks by the table, carrying a tray of dirty dishes, a towel slung over his shoulder. "You always want a pizza."
Con laughs. "You're right. How ya doing, Carson?"
"Great." Carson smiles, actually knowing he meant it today. "By the way, you and Jamie are invited to a wedding in two weeks. Formal invitations aren't high on the list at this point but... we're trying to get a hold of anyone we want to be there."
Con's eyebrows rise. "You and Misty?"
Carson smirks. "Do you know of any other sheilas who have me roped?"
"Nope." Con laughs again. "Two weeks, huh? I knew you two were engaged, but I didn't know it would be that soon."
"Well, you know... life moves too fast sometimes." Carson pauses and glances at Jamie. It never failed. Every time he saw her, he had a flashback of that little basement and the bravery in her eye as he'd tortured her. "We're looking at just a small group, um... if you can't come or whatever, it's no big deal." Though forgiven, he didn't know if she'd even want to come. "Misty just wanted to make sure I caught people when I saw them. If you think you'll make it, you can tell her at work." He looks to Sapphire next and nods. "You're on the list too."
"Carson!"
He looks to the kitchen, hearing his sister's voice. "I gotta go. Figure out what pizza you want and I'll be right back."
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