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Whitey was in love. With y/n. He was extremely nervous, even to look at her.
He thought she was too out of his league. He was scared of what people would think of the young and dumb sheriffs deputy was with the smart and pretty y/n.
Everyday he would catch every glance at her he could. He was falling deep in love.
One day she came into the horse barn. She usually never did. Ever.
"Can I help you miss," Whitey questioned.
"Hello Whitey," she smiled and his heart sped up. "I was wondering if the sherif was in? Mrs Perry needs him down at the church,"
Whitey thought for a moment, not wanting to give her a wrong answer. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's in the office, I'll send him her way."
"Okay, thank you Whitey, I appreciate it." She smiled at Whitey and left.
"Goodbye y/n," Whitey mumbled, mostly to himself, as she couldn't here his low whisper.
Why did she come here? She could've just went to the front office, which she had to pass on the way.
To see him? Maybe. Whitey had many thoughts going through his mind.
But he knew one thing for certain. He loved her.
But one he didn't know, was that she also loved him.
