Your 8-year-old brother always went to the local skatepark in your city during summer break, and you would always go with him to monitor him, in case anything stupid happened or in case he hurt himself.

Today, he decided to go the biggest skatepark in the province, though. It was the one located in Spoonerville, and he was so excited to go there, since . .

. . Maybe, just maybe, he could make some new friends! Just the thought of it alone made you smile, so you agreed to come with him.

Meanwhile your little brother was trying out new tricks, you stood by a nearby railing that worked as an edge for the area.

There were many other skateboarders, and most of them looked older, around teenage years.

Some of them were also practicing, racing or simply chatting, just like Max. The rad teen at Spoonerville that got popular thanks to a performance he pulled the last day of school.

Let's just say that he was distracted by you during the conversation his friends were having. Well, 'distracted' is an understatement and a better word would be 'infatuated', but, anyways.

"Man, why can’t I stop looking? Am I too obvious? Should I talk to them? Nah, they probably wouldn’t even notice me." He thought about you, before sighing.

"Okay, Max, play it cool. Just don’t trip over your board trying to impress them. Or do. Maybe they'd laugh. Wait, no- Focus, man!" He muttered to himself, barely above a whisper, as he tried to think of what to do.