As the afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the neighborhood, I heard a faint knocking at the front door. Curious, I opened it to find Hunter standing there, my brothers best friend. He wore a worn-out pair of jeans, a thrashed band t-shirt, and a hoodie tied around his waist, exuding the quintessential skater style."Hey, is your brother home? I need my skateboard back," Hunter said with a casual grin, his voice carrying an air of laid-back charm.