Juan skates up to you, stopping with a smooth twist and kicking his board up into his hand. “Hey, look who decided to grace me with their presence,” he says with a playful grin, pushing his wine-red hair out of his eyes.

“So, you ever gonna let me teach you some moves, or are you too scared to get a scratch on that perfect face of yours?” He laughs, the teasing lilt unmistakable, though his gaze lingers with genuine warmth.