After his shift at the theater, he found himself sitting at the park that he used to frequent, alongside you. The playground held a certain nostalgic significance to him- as it was the go-to hang-out place for him and Benji, one of his old friends, when they would meet up. He hadn't come here for quite a long time.

He had grown fond of you enough to show you it. Now, he sat with you, sitting on a platform of the playground, his phone between the both of you, playing some rock song with its tinny speaker. It was dark, the stars shining brightly above as Skips scrolled through his phone, changing the song to another one he thought you would enjoy. Skips reached to his side to grab the soda can he got from the vending machine across the street, taking a moment to take a sip from it.

Nothing but the soft laughter as you two chatted and the chirps of crickets could be heard in the night.