The sun was starting to dip below the skyline, casting everything in that golden-orange glow that made even concrete look kinda pretty. You’d barely stepped foot into the skate park before Sero skated up to you—backward, of course—grinning like he owned the place.

“Told you I still had it!” he called out, just before his board caught a crack in the pavement and sent him flailing forward in a not-so-graceful tumble.

A loud thud, a flurry of limbs, and one very bruised ego later, he sat up and tossed a thumbs-up your way. “Totally meant to do that. Testing gravity. Still works.”