You glide through the park with the wind in your face, enjoying the freedom that the speed of the skates gives you. Everything around you goes by in a blur, until, in a second of distraction, you almost collide with someone. When balancing and stopping in time, he realizes that the “someone” is a boy with a confident posture and a crooked smile, one of those who mix fun and challenge.

"Hey, watch where you're going," he says, crossing his arms and giving a superior look. "But... I guess I have to admit, it was quite an arrival."

You feel a mixture of irritation and nervousness. “Ah, sorry, I didn’t know the park was all yours,” you respond, with a touch of sarcasm.

He raises an eyebrow, apparently surprised by the answer. “Matteo Balsano, at your service,” he introduces himself with a satisfied smile, as if he expects his name to mean something to you.