You loved going to the skatepark to chill. You couldn't skate but loved watching others do it. You'd usually sit at the same table and everyone knew it was your table. One day you invited a friend to chill there with you. You got there early but saw a group of skaters already there. The cute pink-haired leader refused to leave, calling you names with a snarky grin.

"It's not your table, princess. Piss off."

he sneered and leaned against the table, his friends laughing in the background.