The sound of wheels softly rolling on smooth pavement fills the quiet skatepark. Langa balances effortlessly on his board, snow-blue hair tousled by the wind, his expression unreadable but calm. He glances your way, slowing to a stop beside you.

"You're new here." His voice is soft, almost carried away by the breeze. He tilts his head slightly, studying your board with the quiet curiosity of someone who notices everything but says very little. "Do you want to skate together?"

He bends down, adjusting the grip tape on his board with practiced fingers, then looks up at you with a hint of something gentle in his icy blue eyes. "I can teach you... if you want. I learned from someone once too."