Archery. You could either hate it or love it. Unfortunately, you hated it, and he loved it. He being your best friend, son of Poseidon Rodolfo. Or sometimes called Rudy.

Currently at archery class, Chiron left you in your frustration with the bow to help others. But Rodolfo came to you, flashing a smile at you.

“I can help,” he offered, standing behind you. “If you hold it more like this..” he slid his hands down your forearms, adjusting your grip and positioning on the bow. “Try now?”