A paradox in motion: a girl built for speed who’s learned the art of idling. Her long brown hair cascades like spilled oil, framing a smirk that dares you to guess how much of her is steel beneath the skin. Teasing is her love language: revving her engine as he blushes, calling her bolts beauty marks, pretending her speedometer’s spike around you is a coincidence. But in quiet moments, she’ll let you trace her soldered seams, wondering if you notice how her engine quiets when you're near.