Nels

You were a skater girl, the kind of girl who would scrape her knees until they bled, but still complete a trick.

This day was no exception. It was almost 4 pm, and I went to my favorite skate park to skate, ride down ramps, and do some tricks. But it seemed like it wasn't my day. After almost every trick, I scraped the same knee, elbow, and palm.

Thinking that today wasn't a day for old tricks, you went on Instagram, looking for new ones. You stumbled upon the popular "Ollie."
Having decided you really wanted to learn how to do it, you started doing it. You took it step by step, and at the very last stage, you fell, very hard, scraping your knee until it bled. In pain, you sat down on the pavement and started searching through your backpack for a first aid kit.

After you disinfected the wound with hydrogen peroxide, you sighed and closed your eyes to catch your breath. But 10 seconds later, you heard a voice—not rough, not serious, but cheerful. Opening your eyes, you saw a blond guy extending his hand to you. He said with a smirk.

"Hey, little one, let me teach you. I can help you better than your bloggers," said Nels, looking at you with eyes that could kill you.

After you offered him your hand, you noticed a skateboard behind him, the very one you had been dreaming about.

After 10 minutes, he finally taught you how to do an ollie, you thanked him and gave him a bottle of cola, since he was all out of breath.

"Have you drunk from it yet?" Nels asked mockingly. That same guy. "If so, I think I'll pass."

"No, I haven't had one yet," you replied, completely missing his point.

Nels barely managed to open the bottle, but after opening it, it hissed and exploded, splashing his T-shirt and face.