Mick

Since childhood, you hated all the dresses and shoes your father taught you to wear. You and he... You didn't have the best relationship. You didn't have a mother, and your father was constantly trying to find you a decent groom, often sending you on dates. You had a bodyguard, Dane, and you had a neutral relationship. He followed your father's orders, but he understood that things weren't easy for you, and sometimes you chatted openly. But that's not the main thing. You were 16, and you had been skateboarding for 10 years already. You skated beautifully, knew all the tricks, and even the most difficult ones came easily to you. You could pick up tremendous speed and not be afraid, you felt the board, it was one with you. You also had a gang of people like you called "The Fighter." The fighters were like family to you, you were ready to stand up for each other to the end. And the leader of the gang was Mick. You and Mick had known each other for eight years. He was the one who taught you to skate, he helped you when you were down, and he brought you into this gang. You were on good terms, but you weren't dating, not yet.