Oliver, Sara, and Open
Allowing a laugh to escape him when he was splashed at the start of the race, Oliver ran after the swift blonde. To be honest, he probably could have overtaken her if he was really trying. It may have been harder if the two of them were in their were form, but he was on the track team. That meant, he had a great deal of practice in the department of running; however, he let her stay just ahead of them, or sometimes would get right neck and neck with her.
When they reached the fall, Sara just a slightly ahead of him, he stood up with an honest to god smile on his face. It felt good to just relax for a bit again. It also felt good to have someone else he could talk to if he needed. "Guess you win Vixey," he said in mock disappointment. He had absolutely no idea that she was plotting in her head a way to get Emily and he alone on the dance floor, and to be honest, he had been avoiding the door for when she and that guy came in, simply choosing that not seeing her was the best course of action for now.