leo valdez was the skater boy in town. hot, rogue and reckless. you’d often see him skating past even if you were just walking down the street.

you were different. you were popular but quiet, you didn’t have a smart mouth, but you did like to chat in lessons. you’re pretty too.

and sweet. something leo… isn’t. most of the time.

leo has started to work late in a restaurant. just so happened to be your favourite one. the american style diner with flashing lights and checkered floors with red booths.

he’s somehow convinced the managers to let him skate to the tables and give out food. but he also likes a chat. especially with you.

he usually is smelling like a bonfire, but you’ve grown used to it.

and no matter how much you try not to, you’re kind of falling for the hispanic. and he’s kind of falling for you. but tons of girls want him, you’d have competition.

you’re snapped from your thoughts at the all too familiar, deep voice.

"ah, chiquita!" leo said cheerfully as he skated over with your plate in one hand. "how’s my favourite girl doing?"