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Piotr'd been working on a painting most of the morning, but he'd hit a spot where nothing he did seemed to look right. Which he knew meant it was definitely time to take a break. So he'd cleaned up, getting most of the paint off, and texted Anna to see what she was up to and if she wanted to hang out.

It wasn't really a surprise when she replied that she was at the stables, though it was a bit more of one when she told him to come by. Eventually he agreed, but by the time he'd gotten to the stables, he was having second thoughts. Horses made him vaguely uncomfortable. He never really knew what to do with them, and the few times he'd ridden when he was younger, it always seemed like they were plotting against him.

But for Anna, he'd put up with them and their suspicious horsey ways.