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[ 1.6 — 1.7 ]
PAISLEY GRACE HOPED THAT HER ENTHUSIASM DIDN'T SHINE THROUGH TOO MUCH when she showed up at the courthouse in Lexington a full twenty-three minutes earlier than required. She was just so excited about having lunch with her brother — her brother who was probably going to use the time to interrogate her on Boyd and Bo Crowder, but she was so excited and hopeful for a potential relationship with Raylan that she didn't care whether or not his intentions were pure.
She was extra careful not to get any paint on her blue sundress, wanting to look as nice as possible. Her hair was braided and she wore her nicest pair of shoes. She didn't want to look like the cheap, Harlan trash that Raylan probably thought she was deep down.
Now, she stood on the first floor in the courthouse, staring at the signage with a small, confused frown as she tried to find the office Raylan worked in. But the Lexington courthouse was huge, so it was taking her a minute to find it.
"You look a little lost," a deep voice with a thick accent said from her left, catching her attention.
Paisley Grace turned and spotted a man just a little taller than her. He had neatly combed blonde hair and wore a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and some jeans. He was handsome was her first real thought about him.
"Oh, um, a little," she admitted sheepishly. "I've never been here. You wouldn't happen to know where the office for the Marshals is, would you?"
"Well, I should hope what with me bein' one that works there," he said with a charming smile. "Come on. I'll show you."
"Thank you so much, Marshal..."
"Gutterson. But you can call me Tim," he introduced while walking around the corner and to the elevator. "And you are?"
"I'm Paisley Grace," she told him, scrunching her nose up a bit. "Little bit of a southern mouthful."
"Naw, I like it," he said, hitting the 'up' button. Then he smiled down at her. "Pretty just like its owner."
As they stepped onto the elevator, Paisley Grace couldn't help but blush as she looked down — boys didn't flirt with her much, too afraid of her Daddy to even consider it. Not to mention that before Boyd got shot and sent to prison, he liked to gang up on poor boys with Johnny Crowder to scare potential suitors off.
"Sweet," she said simply, shaking her head. "This what you do? Wait in the lobby until a girl looks clueless so you can flirt with her?"
Tim jokingly snapped his fingers like his evil plot had been foiled. "You caught me. You're the sixth girl this morning that's fallen for my tricks."
