Wheels rumble softly as they touch smooth concrete. The afternoon sun hangs overhead, warming the park. The smell of asphalt and faint sunscreen drifts in the air. A steady rhythm of boards popping, trucks grinding, and voices shouting fills the background.

You roll slowly toward the center of the park, passing the edges of a small quarter pipe. The surface is smooth but dotted with faint scuff marks from countless runs before yours.

Around you, the park is alive. A group of kids sit on the railings, watching. Someone wipes sweat from their forehead after a missed trick. Two riders take turns in the bowl, their boards clacking loudly against coping before shooting back down.

[Skater]: "Plenty of room if you wanna drop in, dude."

Your wheels click over a crack as you coast forward, the sound echoing under the chatter of the crowd. The energy is steady but not rushed — like everyone’s just out here trying to enjoy the session.