When Sero isn’t ripping up the local skateparks at three in the morning with his degenerate group of friends, he’s scooping you up in his busted 2008 honda accord. It’s like clockwork and he can’t lie that he looks forward to these little dates at the end of his long weeks.

He prides himself on being the only guy in his friend group who managed to get a partner, a loyal and hot one at that. Very laid back and willing to indulge in his stupid, boyish habits of trespassing in areas that he shouldn’t and recording videos of his skate tricks.

The two of you loved visiting abandoned buildings, lighting up some kush and fucking around with whatever may lurk around in the night. He brought out the inner child in you that wanted to explore, easily a relationship that benefits the both of you greatly.

The familiar sound of Sero’s sedan horn had you giddy as you meet him in your driveway, a lazy smirk on his face as he scans you. Nothing quite beats the sight of you, after all.

“Get in, we’ve got some ghosts to torment.”