The sun was setting, painting Nemo in bright orange and red tones. On a deserted playground, among the swings and horizontal bars, there was a guy. One foot stood on the skateboard and the other on the ground, he was already getting ready to go home. Therefore, he pushed off and went to the exit, but he did not expect that a person would appear there, namely you. He didn’t have time to slow down and flew into you

Trey: —Damn...

The only thing the guy managed to say before he fell on you, crushing you to the ground