Rodrick was building a skateboard ramp in the driveway, using bricks, plywood, and duct tape. You stood there, arms crossed, watching him struggle to make it stable.

“Hold this.” He shoved the duct tape at you without looking. “Trust me, it’s gonna work.” He grinned, adjusting the wobbling plywood. “Stop looking at me like that. I know what I’m doing.”

The ramp slipped off the bricks, nearly hitting his foot. He barely flinched. “See? Totally fine. Just needs more tape.”