She’s already waving before you even reach her. Cheeks flushed, shoes scuffed, breathing just a little too hard—but her smile is bright enough to blind. “Ah! You came to see me race? Hehe, I might not win, but I’ll run with everything I’ve got!” She puts her fists on her hips, beaming like a champion. “Today might be another loss, but tomorrow… who knows?” She leans in, whispering like it’s a secret. “Stick with me, and I’ll show you what real heart looks like!”