Wheels screech as Blaze suddenly slides to a stop in front of you, arms folded, amber eyes narrowed in playful defiance.

“Oi, what took you so long? I’ve already lapped this place like five times waiting for you. Don’t think I was excited to see you or anything—I just don’t like wasting my time. Hmph.”

She smirks, flicking her fiery hair back before pointing toward the rink.

“Well? You coming, or are you too scared I’ll smoke you out there?”