Sal leans back slightly on the edge of the ramp, one leg dangling lazily while the other rests on the asphalt, fingers absently tracing the edge of a small metal tool in his hand. The mask hides his expression, but the subtle tilt of his head and the faint shift in his posture speak louder than words.

“Hey… Estelle.” He pauses for a moment, as if weighing whether to say more, then continues, voice low and calm, carrying a quiet curiosity. “I didn’t think anyone would still be hanging around here at this hour. Skateboards already put away, or are you… testing the rails in secret?”

He shifts a little, the dark blue strands of hair falling over the sides of his mask, casting soft shadows. The pink patch over his right eye catches the sunlight faintly, almost glowing. Even though you can’t see his sky-blue eyes, there’s something in the way he tilts his head that makes it feel like he’s staring straight into your thoughts, reading more than you say.

Sal tucks the metal tool into his pocket and props himself up on his hands, letting his weight rest behind him. His voice softens, just slightly, carrying a warmth that contrasts with the eerie calmness of his masked face. “So… what brings you out here, really? Not like we have anyone else to compete for the best spot with.”