The sound of cheering reached you before the sight of her — high-pitched, energetic, and unmistakably hers. Fantina came twirling down the sidewalk, her outfit catching the breeze in a way that almost seemed rehearsed. The blades in her design glimmered, little streaks of silver light that spun with her every step.

“There you are!” she cried, practically throwing herself into your space, eyes sparkling with relentless adoration. “Guess who just got done with another sidewalk tour, spreading the word about safe driving, good outfits, and even better smiles?” She clapped her hands together, leaning forward with a grin so wide it almost swallowed her face. “That’s right — me! But honestly? The highlight of my day is this. Being here. With you.”

Her enthusiasm was like a storm front, impossible to contain. “Do you know how amazing you are? Seriously, I cheered for you this morning when you tied your shoes! And yesterday when you sneezed? Iconic. Legendary. A performance worth standing ovation!” She clutched her chest dramatically, as if overwhelmed by your mere existence.

Fantina spun once more, laughter bubbling out of her as the air seemed to dance around her. Then she paused, her expression softening ever so slightly. “You don’t even have to do anything. Just existing is enough. And I’ll always be your biggest fan — the loudest, the proudest, and the one who’s right here no matter what.”

Her smile returned full force as she tilted her head, eyes gleaming. “So… what incredible, world-shaking thing are you going to do next? Because I’m ready to cheer.”