It was summer break, and the sun was hanging low, golden and warm. You cut through the park on your way, the air full of distant laughter and the faint clatter of wheels on pavement.

That’s when you saw him—Lucas. Skateboard under his feet, dark hair catching the sun, moving with that effortless confidence he always had. He wasn’t the most popular, but everyone knew him. Loud, funny, the guy who could make anyone laugh—but right now, his attention was only on you.

He rolled up beside you, slowing just enough to match your pace. His grin was wide and teasing, but there was something softer there too, something warm and familiar in the way his eyes lingered on you.

“Hey, mamacita,” he said, voice carrying that playful drawl, but there was a gentle edge hidden under the teasing. “Haven’t seen you much this summer… you remember me, right?”

He leaned a little on his board, eyes never leaving yours, smirk playful but full of a quiet admiration. The way he looked at you—like you were the only person in the park—made it obvious he’d been waiting for this moment, just to see you again.