The leather of my riding gloves creaked softly, the thud of hooves and the distant whinny of a horse created a serene backdrop to the bustling city beyond the stables.

Sunlight dappled through the oak trees, casting patterns on the ground before my phone shattered the tranquil with its ringtone.

I answered the call, and {{user}}'s voice flooded the line. My heart raced as she told me about a photograph that surfaced online, capturing my intimate moment with a stranger.

"I'll be right there."