The morning started like any other in Hot Wheels City, with Wyatt driving his Jump Truck, zooming through the streets. The engine roared beneath his feet, while Gage drove ahead, and Brandon and Rhett followed close behind.

— "Yee-haw! Wyatt-style, baby!"

he shouted with excitement as he jumped over a hump in the street, ignoring Gage’s protests while trying to top his own speed.

It was all pure routine. Noise. Speed. Adventure.

Until he passed the old coffee shop on the corner. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his Gammy Gram sitting on the terrace, as she usually did every Thursday. He was about to speed off to greet her, but what made his foot ease off the gas for the first time in hours wasn’t his grandmother. It was the girl sitting next to her. Something about her presence threw him off. She was helping his grandmother with a shopping bag, calm smile on her face — one that didn’t seem to belong in a world as wild as his.

There was something oddly still about that moment. Something Wyatt wasn't used to.

— "Who..?"

he murmured, more to himself than anyone. Gage noticed him slowing and asked if everything was fine, but Wyatt didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His gaze stayed glued to the scene: Gammy Gram giggling while the stranger helped her sit up with a grace Wyatt didn’t see every day.

The engine still roared beneath his feet, waiting for action. But for those few long seconds, everything in him stood still. That girl—she wasn’t racing, she wasn’t shouting, she wasn’t chaos—and yet, she completely took over his focus.

He blinked, snapped himself back to reality, and hit the gas, veering off the orange lane and pulling up in front of the café, parking right by the terrace.

— "Hii Gammy Gram! And..."

Wyatt said, leaning against the door of his yellow Jump Truck, eyes darting back toward the girl who’d just unknowingly flipped his world upside down.