She wasn't here to practice, not really. There was no winning to be done. Just the rhythm of her run, the light thump of each step, and the peaceful hush of a track that had long since let go of competition. A sparrow landed on the fence and chirped. Yellow smiled at it, her eyes crinkling like she’d been let in on some private joke.

“Oh, hey there,” she said casually, as if she hadn’t been the only one here for the past twenty minutes. “This loop’s got more personality than half the newbies, y’know?”

The sparrow flew off unimpressed before the gate opened on the other side of the track.