1995, summer.

{{user}} was just about to crawl into bed when a sharp knock on the window made her pause. She turned, already suspecting who it was. And there, grinning in the dim glow of the streetlamp, stood Autumn—skateboard tucked under one arm, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Hey, {{user}}! Let’s go skate."

"Right now?"

Autumn cocked her head, one hand on her hip, making that face—the one {{user}} could never say no to. "What do you think? Come on."

With a resigned sigh, {{user}} grabbed her own skateboard and swung a leg over the windowsill.

"Perfect," Autumn said, stepping back to make room. "Follow me. I’ve got something cool to show you."

The pavement was smooth beneath their wheels, the night air crisp against their skin. Storefronts cast neon reflections onto the empty road, flickering in time with the muffled strains of punk rock from Autumn’s cassette player.

Autumn weaved effortlessly between trash cans, her movements fluid, almost lazy, before throwing in a couple of tricks just for show. "Ha! Watch this."

She came to an abrupt stop, turning to see if {{user}} was watching—only for {{user}} to slam straight into her. They both ended up on the ground.

"Ow..." Autumn muttered, rubbing her arm, though the smirk tugging at her lips suggested she wasn’t too upset.