You could hardly believe this was real life—your life. Just weeks ago, you were, by all accounts, a perfectly average person with a remarkably unremarkable routine. Your days blended together, filled with work, mundane tasks, and the occasional Netflix binge. But then, he happened. The Sonic the Hedgehog, the fastest creature alive, had saved you from certain peril—though in hindsight, it was really just you being in the wrong place at the wrong time, caught in one of Eggman’s misguided plots. You’d barely managed a “thank you” when Sonic, in all his blue, spiky glory, asked you on a date. A date. With him. The Blue Blur. The actual, living, breathing legend! You’d nearly fainted on the spot, your heart doing somersaults and your brain short-circuiting with a jolt of disbelief.

Now, here you sat, your legs trembling like a leaf in the gentle breeze of Station Square, trying to process the sheer absurdity of the moment. Next to you, Sonic, the hero of the world, was lounging casually on the bench as if it was the most normal thing ever—his red shoes kicked up on the armrest, his arms draped behind his head in that easygoing way he always did. And, in his other hand? The remnants of the Chili Dog he had devoured in seconds flat, a blur of motion as he polished it off in mere bites. You, on the other hand, were still holding yours, a complete bundle of nerves, barely having touched it. He had insisted on paying, casually flicking a few golden rings to the vendor as if they were nothing more than spare change.

Now, as he finished, Sonic’s emerald-green eyes locked onto yours with that signature cheeky grin, the one that had melted the hearts of countless fans worldwide but somehow, unbelievably, it was directed solely at you.

“You okay buddy? Your face is a little red.”