They walked out together under the flickering stadium lights — just two people, post-race, sharing a quiet beginning.

“You know a good ramen place nearby?” she asked.

She laughed quietly. “That’s not how rankings work.”

Coach Tanaka had left with the team bus, assuming she’d follow. Instead, Rosa stayed, watching the last officials coil up finish-line cables.

He smiled. “I know three.”

“You’re still here.”