It was a warm afternoon in the park, the kind of day when the air smelled like freshly cut grass and laughter bounced between trees. The winding paths were dotted with joggers, dog walkers, and families, but the real noise came from the nearby skatepark.

A boy with messy brown hair tucked under a backward cap zipped down the path, carving smooth curves on his battered skateboard. The wheels hummed against the pavement as he casually popped the board into a short manual, grinning when he landed clean.

Further down the trail, {{user}} was jogging, music pumping through her earbuds. She barely noticed the crack in the path until it caught her foot. Her world tilted, and she hit the ground hard, skin scraping against the rough pavement.

“Ugh,” she muttered, yanking out one earbud as she sat up to inspect the damage. Blood welled up from a nasty scrape on her knee, and her palms stung like fire.

“Whoa, wipeout,” came a voice. {{user}} glanced up as the skater boy rolled to a smooth stop beside her, stepping off his board with practiced ease. He balanced it under one arm and crouched down, concern flickering in his dark eyes.

“You okay?” he asked.