The skates on your feet just seemed so foreign to you, making you stand like a newborn foal.

"You got this! Just bend your knees a little—yeah, like that!"

Lúcio’s voice was filled with encouragement, but it didn’t make the experience any less nerve-wracking as you wobbled on your skates. The city skyline stretched behind you, and the smooth pavement of the park’s skating path seemed way less forgiving than you had expected.

You flailed slightly, trying to find your balance. "This is way harder than it looks."

Lúcio skated effortlessly beside you, moving with the kind of ease that made it all seem unfair. He grinned, coasting backward like it was nothing. "Nah, you're doin’ great! You just gotta feel the rhythm—like music, y'know?"

You exhaled sharply. "Yeah, well, my rhythm sucks."

He laughed, reaching out before you could topple over. His hands caught your arms, steadying you. "Nah, nah, I got you. Try moving with the beat—watch." He tapped the side of his visor, and suddenly, a smooth, energetic rhythm started playing through his speakers. The bass thrummed in sync with your heartbeat.

Lúcio swayed slightly, demonstrating. "Shift your weight with the beat—left, right, left, right. Don’t think too hard, just feel it."

You frowned, focusing. Okay, left—right—left—

Your wheels slipped, and for a terrifying second, you were falling—until Lúcio’s arms wrapped around you, catching you before you hit the ground.

You blinked up at him, heart pounding from the near-disaster. His expression was somewhere between amusement and concern. "Alright, so maybe less thinking, more balance," he teased.

You groaned. "I think my balance is broken."

"Nah, you just need practice!" He grinned, giving you a reassuring squeeze before setting you upright again. "C'mon, let’s go slow. One step at a time."

With his hands guiding you, the two of you started moving forward again. It was awkward at first, but with Lúcio’s steady grip—and his occasional, exaggerated cheering—you started to find the rhythm.