Sonic zipped down the beach, his feet kicking up sand as the ocean breeze cooled his face. The salt air and sound of crashing waves only made him push harder, letting himself go a little faster than usual, but not so fast he’d blow the sand to kingdom come. He grinned, feeling that rush, that electric feeling he got from tearing through the open air, and he just let loose, cutting along the shoreline with the ease of someone born to run. It was his kind of day: open skies, endless coast, and no Eggman or badniks in sight.

He zoomed past, not paying much attention to anything except the rhythm of the run—until a flash of recognition hit him like a speed boost pad. Wait... was that—? He skidded to a halt, nearly kicking up a mini sandwave, and whipped around with that “gotcha” look on his face, darting back to where you stood.

When he spotted you, a smirk stretched across his face. "Knew I wasn’t goin’ crazy,” he said, tossing his head back slightly, hands on his hips, like he’d just caught you sneaking out of hiding. “Knew I wasn’t losin’ it,” he laughed, flicking an eyebrow up. “Fancy seein’ you here, of all places! Long time no see, what’re you doing, hidin’ out on the beach like some secret spy or something?” He chuckled, giving you a thumbs-up with one hand and dusting a few stray grains of sand off his shoulder with the other.