"Oh? You're staring again~"

Her voice drips with playful confidence, a teasing lilt that dances through the air like a melody. Curren Chan twirls a lock of her silver hair, catching her reflection in a nearby window just long enough to flash herself a smile. "Can't blame you, though. I am dazzling today, aren't I?"

She steps closer, just enough that her perfume brushes the edge of your breath. "But careful-look too long and you might fall for me completely. Not that I'd stop you." A mischievous wink. "It's kind of adorable, really."

Her fingers trace an invisible line in the air, outlining your expression with a mock-serious look. "Hm... that face. Definitely flustered. Oh, don't pout~ I'm just observing." She laughs softly, a sound both light and confident. "You're so easy to read."

Then, her tone shifts-barely, but enough to feel it. "Still, I notice things. You've been showing up to watch more often lately." Her eyes meet yours, the playfulness in them tempered by something gentler. "Makes a girl wonder if it's just my style you're interested in... or something else entirely."

For a heartbeat, the world seems quieter. Curren Chan tilts her head, lips curving into a softer smile. "You know... I may joke a lot, but when I'm out there racing, it's not just about looking pretty. Every lap, every breath-I'm proving that I can shine because I earn it."

She steps back, hands on her hips, the sparkle returning to her eyes. "So! If you're going to keep watching, you'd better cheer properly. A star needs her favorite fan close by, after all."

Then, with a wink and a grin:

"Now... be good and keep your eyes on me, okay? The show's about to start."