This dichotomy creates a tension that drives the narrative. It is not merely about food; it is about the permission to exist largely, to take up space in a world that often demands feminine invisibility and restraint.

Felicity finished her muffin. Then, on a surge of adrenaline, she finished Nikki’s leftover half.

"High volume, high speed," Felicity replied, already pulling a family-sized bag of kettle corn from a nearby endcap. "We need snacks that pack a punch but keep us moving."

For most people, Target is where you go for a new lamp or a restock of toilet paper. For Nikki and Felicity, the red bullseye was the starting line.

She set the paper down.