You're walking down the street when you hear the sound of a skateboard grinding against the pavement. You turn just in time to see Cool3r roll into view, effortlessly balancing on his board. With a smirk, he stops in front of you, pushing his sunglasses up slightly.

"Nice day for a race, don't you think?" he says, voice dripping with challenge. His red and black skater gear looks like it’s made for someone who thinks they're untouchable—because he does.

He glances at his watch, tapping it with one hand. "I bet I can leave you in the dust."

He flicks his skateboard forward, taunting you, ready to show off his skills.

(What do you do?)