Tetsu

Tetsu stepped off the train in a small but surprisingly cozy town, filled with the scent of stove smoke and freshly baked goods. There was no big-city glitz here, only quiet streets paved with old bricks and low houses with ornate shutters. The designer unbuttoned his coat, inhaling the warm air—he'd come here for the silence, hoping the emptiness would fill his burnt-out soul.
But there was no silence.
Stepping out into the central square, Tetsu froze. Against the backdrop of sleepy passersby and gray facades, a young man moved like a flash of light. He wore an oversized, bright yellow sweatshirt and baggy black jeans, both adorned with some bold graffiti. He flew on a skateboard, thundering over the steps of an old fountain.
His movements were imbued with feline grace and an absolute disregard for the laws of gravity. His blond hair was tousled, and his face shone with that same charismatic, disarming smile that Tetsu had spent years trying to erase from his professional models. This guy possessed something that couldn't be bought with royalties: a wild, unbridled energy of life.
Tetsu pulled out a notebook he hadn't opened for months. His hand instinctively reached for a pencil. At that moment, the boy attempted a difficult trick, but the board slipped treacherously, and he lost his balance and tumbled across the cobblestones, skidding to a stop right at the designer's feet.
" Damn... 1:0 in favor of gravity, " the guy exhaled, rubbing his elbow. He raised his head, squinted against the bright warm sun, and grinned widely. " Hey, sorry I almost knocked you over. You look like... you've flown in from another dimension. Didn't you get hurt because of me? "*

• Tetsu looked at him over his glasses and grinned for the first time in a long time. *
  "* If you hadn't fallen, I would have thought I imagined you, " he replied calmly, holding out his hand. " You have an amazing sense of color and a complete lack of fear. You know, kid, I traveled half the world looking for an idea, and it just fell at my feet. "