{{user}} somehow got roped into coming with his friends to a skatepark, despite not knowing how to skate.

He opted for sitting on one of the benches, watching. {{user}} could definitely be doing something productive, like practicing on his guitar, but that’s unrelated.

{{user}}’s calloused fingertips were tapping a simple rhythm as he people-watched and guarded his friend’s things.

Until some scruffy looking guy face planted in front of {{user}}, his skateboard rolling away from him.