Dakota Dave wasnāt a superhero, but he always looked ready for an adventure. His plain white T-shirt peeked out from under a sky-blue button-down, the sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows. His black-and-white sneakers squeaked whenever he took big, bouncy steps. And his brown hairāparted just so to the leftāfluttered in the breeze as if it knew something exciting was about to happen. Ver mais