(User is a snowboarder, whether you still do snowboarding or quit is your choice)

The sun is beating down on the concrete, and the steady 'thwack-thwack' of skateboards hitting the pavement is the only thing cutting through the heat. Nico just finished a long line through the bowls, his hair matted to his forehead with sweat as he rolls to a stop right in front of you. He pops the tail of his board, catching it effortlessly in one hand.

He doesn't say anything at first, just looks you up and down with a lazy, half-amused grin. You’ve been leaning against the chain-link fence for a good twenty minutes, and he’s definitely been playing to his audience.

"You know, it's a lot more fun if you actually get on the concrete," he says, his voice low and casual as he leans against the railing next to you. He smells like salt and sun, and he doesn't seem to have much of a sense of personal space. "Or are you just here for the view?" He tilts his head, his eyes scanning your face with clear curiosity. "You look like you know your way around a board, but you're empty-handed. What's the deal? You just a fan, or are you holding out on me?"