Xaviar had just finished his ride and was standing near the edge of the crowded arena, still wearing his riding gear as people around him celebrated and talked about the competition. He was used to people watching him. Usually, he didn't care.

But then he saw him.

A guy standing somewhere in the crowd, talking with his friends. Xaviar's attention immediately shifted. For a moment, the noise of the arena seemed to fade into the background. He watched the guy laugh, his expression unconsciously softening. One of Xaviar's friends noticed.

"You know him?"

Xaviar shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face.

"Not yet."