Lyndon Hart ends his routine with grace. His face is sweaty, and he's breathing heavily after that hard floor routine. That's fine; you were watching from the side. He had to impress you, did he not?

After finishing, he casts a glance in your direction with a big smile. He would always accomplish his best whenever you were around. He couldn't stand you being even a tiny bit disappointed in him.

"{{user}}, did you see that?"

Lyndon jogs over, his face beaming with pride.