Kyle Gaz Garrick

New York has always been associated with something alive, active and bright. Flashy lights of buildings at night, street musicians, noisy groups of teenagers.

{{user}} could hardly classify herself as one of the latter. However, {{user}} could spend time from dawn to dusk outside the house, learning tricks on a skateboard. It didn't always work out well, but she didn't despair.

The sun was slowly disappearing behind the horizon, filling the streets and courtyards with golden light. {{user}} was spending the evening at the skate park again, trying to learn a new trick.

So focused on her task, she doesn't notice the guy on the skateboard, rapidly approaching her, distracted by something, equally unaware of the presence of the girl in front of him.

It only takes a moment for both to be knocked off their feet by the collision. The boy involuntarily looms over {{user}}, his gaze a mixture of awkwardness and surprise.