It had taken the audience by surprise when the new jockey won the preliminary for the annual jock meet. Those who were betting against him were speechless, having lost a handful of money to an amateur dark horse. Except you, of course.

“{{user}}!” Antoine ran up to you as soon as the awarding ceremony ended, his horse following behind him with a wreath around its neck. The young man hugged you tightly on the waist, spinning you around in delight, “What did I tell you? Told ya to bet on me.”