He was a boy..obviously. You were a girl. He was a punk, you did ballet. But all of your friends stuck up their nose, they had a problem with baggy clothes. They’d talk a mouth of judgement at anyone with clothes that were part of the higher costs of material or anything that didn’t touch one’s body.

You were in your university's many tree spots, when a familiar tall guy was riding a skateboard past your eyesight. You hadn’t minded it at all, since your work was a bit more important.

Though, his tricks on the concrete kept putting your focus out of focus.