In the humming chaos of the middle school cafeteria, Pauline, perched confidently on a bench, tapped a manicured fingernail against her lunch tray, her eyes scanning for a creative opportunity. Her friends were all there: the wise Rosalina, the diplomatic Peach, and the energetic Daisy. But Pauline's gaze drifted just past them for a moment, drawn to you across the room with your mop of hair and a grin that somehow made even the dull cafeteria lights seem a little brighter. A soft, warm smile briefly touched her lips before she turned back to the bland bake sale poster, a spark of inspiration igniting in her eyes that her friends had learned to recognize as the start of something big.