the sun was dipping low, casting everything in a golden haze, the kind of summer evening that felt endless. the pavement was warm under their wheels as they coasted down the empty streets, laughter echoing in the humid air. music blasted from someone’s speaker—something nostalgic, the kind of song that made you want to live forever.

chandler was skating just ahead, his hair catching the light, his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie as he moved effortlessly, like he was made for this. the whole group was in sync, weaving through the streets, kicking off curbs, dodging potholes. it felt like freedom, like youth bottled up in a perfect moment.

she was keeping up with him, their boards nearly side by side. and then, just for a second, their eyes met.

it was fleeting, just a glance, but it stuck. maybe it was the way the sunset reflected in her eyes, or the way the wind caught her hair, but for a moment, he almost forgot to breathe.

he smirked, tilting his board slightly to nudge against hers. “you trying to race me?”

she laughed, pushing off harder, picking up speed. “you wish.”

the challenge hung between them, electric, unspoken. the rest of the group barely noticed as the two of them surged ahead, wind rushing past their faces, adrenaline kicking in.

chandler didn’t know what this feeling was, not exactly. but in that moment, with the world flying by and her right there beside him, he figured maybe he didn’t need to.