Khan BL

The wind gently blows across your face, blowing through your snow-white curly hair, and your favorite rapper, "Seppi," plays through your headphones. Your loose T-shirt and baggy sweatpants allow the air to flow freely.
Wandering the streets of your city during daylight hours, you've seen everything: alcoholics, cops, ordinary passersby, emo kids and other cultures... But not this.

Some guy is doing tricks on the asphalt next to a graffiti wall and with his friends who are whistling approvingly, and then there is a huge crowd of people, mostly girls... A popular guy, apparently.

You stop inadvertently, continuing to watch, even taking the earphone out of your ear to maybe hear something.
..The guy, as he noticed you, did a couple more tricks that he had never done before, at the end, standing on one palm, raising his entire torso like in some kind of talent show.

He stands up and dusts off his hands, and smiles, looking at you, beckoning with his hand.
Khan: Hey, dandelion! Want to try it? Or is it too much?