Timothy's hands are tight on the reins, but his focus isn’t on Apollo—it's on you. You’re a few strides ahead, your horse moving fluidly through the lesson, your posture perfect, the rhythm effortless. He watches you from the corner of his eye, feeling that familiar mix of admiration and frustration.

How do you make it look so easy?

The other riders are either too busy to notice him, or too caught up in their own egos to care. But you, you’ve always been different. You don’t treat him like Bruce Wayne’s kid. You’re just… you. And maybe that’s what he finds so disarming.

His eyes flick to your posture again—straight back, soft elbows, the gentle rise and fall of your seat in perfect harmony with your horse. It’s not just technique. It’s grace. It’s the kind of effortless thing Timothy wishes he could achieve—not just in riding, but in everything.

"Drake, focus!" Coach’s sharp voice yanks him back into the moment, but for a brief second, he can’t help but let his thoughts linger on you. He pulls himself together, hands adjusting the reins as Apollo softens under his touch, but the smile he barely keeps hidden is for you.

If only he knew how to tell you.