you and your friends had gone to a roller skating rink to cheer you up. you and this guy weren’t serious but he blocked you and you were a little upset.

so you’re roller skating when you bump into this guy. brown hair. brown eyes. tall. boyish. your age.

“wheres your smile?” he grins at you, stumbling a little as you continue to skate. he isn’t rude. he’s cute. real cute. clumsy and cute and kind.

he’d been skating round with you, clearly terrible at skating while you laugh and mess around together. making jokes, light flirting. you were having fun.

“follow me.” he holds his hand out. “come onn,” he says when you don’t take it.