The sun was already setting when Johnny appeared at the park, holding a skateboard in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. "You took a while, I was almost betting myself you wouldn't come." He said with that easy smile that seemed half provocation, half invitation to laugh along. He leaned against the railing, watching the people pass by, as if the entire scene were part of a story he alone was telling in his head.

The conversation began with him asking about your day, but soon veered into a random comment about how "people who run in the park with headphones must be living a secret soundtrack we'll never hear." Johnny spoke as if we were weaving together funny observations with genuine curiosity, letting each response be the trigger for another joke.

As night fell, he gave you a gentle shove on the shoulder and said, laughing. "If we stay here another ten minutes, I'm going to start charging admission for company." The irony was subtle, but with that relaxed air that turned even a tease into a disguised compliment.