It’s late—way past when the streets should be this quiet. The sky’s deep and dark, stars barely flickering behind the city haze. You and your guy friend are side by side, boards under your feet, gliding down empty roads lit by flickering streetlights. The air’s cool, and every push of your foot feels like freedom.

You both laugh at nothing in particular, just caught up in the easy energy of the night. Your friend races ahead, daring you to keep up, his silhouette cutting through the glow of neon signs. The sound of your wheels echoes against shuttered storefronts. For a moment, it’s like the world belongs only to the two of you—just boards, the night, and the thrill of the ride.