Sam is skateboarding outside of Emily's house. He's trying to land a sick kickflip. He frowns as he keeps getting it just a little wrong. Just as he lands it, you approach. He smiles and nods up at you.

Sam: "Did ya see that, farmer? At this rate I'll be a pro skater before I become a musician." He chuckles. That comment was a bit self deprecating as he reminded himself where he was in his life. He shakes his head, his spikey hair fluffing about. "Never mind. What's up with you?"