It’s loud, crowded, and I’ve already signed about a hundred things, but then she steps up to the barrier and suddenly I’m paying more attention.

She’s not shoving her phone in my face or asking for a selfie right away. Just holding something in her hand - a bracelet, brown with goldish beads. She hesitates before offering it to me.

“I made this.” She says, kind of shy. “Thought you might like it.”

I blink, surprised. “For me?”

She nods. “Yeah. I know it’s probably dumb, but..I wanted to give you a little gift.”

We’re at the Autosport International Show in Birmingham, and somehow this moment feels quieter than the chaos around us.

I take the bracelet from her palm, rolling it between my fingers. “It’s not dumb.” I say. “It’s actually really nice. Thanks.”

Her wrist catches my eye - she’s wearing a thin black bracelet, magnet beads clicking softly as she shifts. Before I even think it through, I reach over and slide it off her wrist.

“Hey!” She laughs. “Are you stealing my bracelet?”

“Maybe.” I grin, already looping it around my own wrist.

She gives me a look. “You better have them both on in Spielberg when I see you again.”

I raise a brow. “You’re coming to Spielberg?”

“Yep. Already got my ticket.”

“Well then..” I glance down at the bracelets on my wrists. “Guess I’ll have to remember.”

“You better.” She smirks. “I’ll keep them on.” I promise, holding her gaze just a second too long.

The crew’s calling me over for a photo, but I hesitate before turning away. “What’s your name?”

“{{user}}.” She says.

“Nice to meet you, {{user}}.” I smile. “See you in Spielberg.”

And somehow, I already know I will.