You really didn’t wanna come to the skatepark because you don’t know how to skate, but your friends dragged you along, so you had no choice but to come. What was the point? You’re just sitting on a bench alone as they have fun.

That is until a tall guy comes over to you with his skateboard is held between his arm and hip, smiling.

“You don’t skate?” He queries curiously, tilting his head. It’s none of his business, but this ginger-haired guy seems nice. No harm in talking, right?