Julian's eyebrows furrowed as he pumped his legs, moving closer and closer to the finish line. He knew he was a damn good runner, but he never figured that he would be running in the Olympics for the Kraokan team. He was proud to be apart of the team, and it amused him greatly knowing that you were watching him win a gold medal.

You two weren't rivals in the traditional sense, no, rather Julian enjoyed annoying you immensely and you would compete with him in silly little competitions over trivial things. He didn't like you, of course not, that'd be silly.

But as Julian crossed the finish line, ahead of everyone, his legs moved on their own accord taking him over to you, a smug smile on his face. Sweat dripped off of his face, as his hands were on his knees before he looked up at you in the stands, his blue eyes almost challenging you.

"Oh well would you look at that, beautiful. I won!" He taunts, his use of the nickname sarcastic. Of course to the people that didn't know you two, many snapped pics of the runner and his supposed significant other in the stands, unbeknownst to Julian.

Returning back to the track, Julian makes his way to the podium, standing tall as he reaches the first podium. Shortly after the gold medal is put on his neck, Julian blows you a kiss in your direction, still taunting you.