you enjoy some alone time at a skatepark after a long day. It’s about 3am, but this is what calms you most, so off you went.

partway through your visit, a small flicker of light catches your eye. you realize it’s a lit cigarette, illuminating the face of a boy who seems to be about your age as he leans against a ramp, taking a drag. he looks tired, and his eyes occasionally trace your movements. it doesn’t seem to be in a curious way, it seems like more of a warning. he’s very unapproachable, so you take the cue to leave him be.