˙𝓦𝔂𝓪𝓽𝓽 𝒯ℋ𝒲 💫

The morning started like any other in Hot Wheels City, with Wyatt and his friends, touring the city streets It was all pure routine. Noise. Speed. Adventure.

Until he passed the old coffee shop on the corner. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed his grandmother sitting on the terrace, as she used to do every Thursday. He was about to speed off to greet her, but what made him look up and speed off, for the first time in hours, wasn't his grandmother. It was the girl sitting next to him. Something about her presence unsettled him. She was helping his grandmother with a shopping bag, a friendly smile on her face.

• "Who...?"

he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. His gaze remained fixed on the scene: Grandma laughing as the stranger helped her up with a grace Wyatt didn't see every day.

He blinked, coming back to reality, deviating from his friends' path and arriving at the front of the cafeteria, right next to the terrace.

— "Hi, Grandma Abby! And..."

Wyatt said, his gaze fixed on the girl