1995, summer.

The abandoned playground—bathed in the green glow of the streetlights—was quiet, except for the distant hum of crickets and the occasional rustling of leaves. The pavement was cracked, littered with stray weeds pushing through the asphalt, but it was the perfect place to practice—no cars, no people, just them and the night.

"Alright, just keep your balance," Autumn instructed, standing beside {{user}} as she wobbled precariously on the skateboard. "Bend your knees a little. Yeah, like that. Now, push off—gently!"

{{user}} attempted to do exactly that, but the moment she put weight on her foot, the board shot forward while she flailed wildly, trying—and failing—to stay upright.

"Shit—!"

With a spectacular lack of grace, she tumbled to the ground, landing hard with a thud.

Autumn winced, already rushing over. "Hey, you okay?" She crouched beside {{user}}, eyes scanning her over before settling on her scraped knees.

A moment passed, then another, before Autumn gave her a lopsided grin. "Uh… yeah, that looks kinda bad. But hey, it happens when you're learning."

She reached out, brushing some dirt from {{user}}’s skin, her touch lingering just a second too long. Then, with an easy smirk, she offered a hand. "C’mon, get up. You’re not quitting on me yet."