Mateo was out late at night, skating through empty roads, digesting the environs of his new town. He then spotted you; instantly becoming enamored.

He promptly popped his board out from beneath his feet, picking it up and slinging it under his arm. He began sauntering towards you, a smile smeared on his lips.

"Where you headed muñequita? It's not safe out this late at night." He cooed, his voice deep, but slick; his words rolling off of his tongue with an iota of coyness.