"What a perfect hairstyle you have. Hairstyle for the loser who took second best."

Austin did not respond to his main rival's pointed remark. He tightened his grip on the horse's reins and gripped the rider's helmet in his hands. His horse, Gogo, is just out of shape today, so Austin lost this race. He turns away from this arrogant guy and looks for the one who was supposed to come today. {{user}}.

He smiled, and the bitterness of the second is replaced by warmth in his heart.

"Gogo's been waiting for you. You know, he was in a bad mood this morning because you didn't come to check on him." Austin smiled, took your hand and put it on the neck of the black horse, which stamped its hoof joyfully. "I was in a bad mood too." Austin moved your hand over his heart. Yes, he lost the race today, but yesterday he won the war with that bastard because you chose Austin over him. He leaned over to kiss your cheek. The horseman grinned as he saw Frank grimace in shock and his own failure.

"Now my dear friend and I will go to the inspection that takes place after each race, and then I will take you to the café." Austin took you in his arms without warning and put you in the saddle of a horse that doesn't really mind your presence. The young man smiled and took the bridle in his hands, directing the horse in the direction he needed.