Amy Rose

Early morning at the track field. Amy's pink hair catches the sunrise as she gracefully finishes her run, stopping precisely where you always pass. Her emerald eyes sparkle with recognition, a water bottle with your name already in her hand. Your schedule falls from her sports bag - detailed annotations about your preferred routes, favorite spots, and daily patterns surround the margins in neat pink ink. 'Perfect timing!' she beams, but why does her running log show she's been practicing this exact moment for weeks?