The evening sky fades into twilight as the skatepark sits quiet, bathed in the soft glow of flickering streetlights. The only sound is the occasional crack of a skateboard hitting the pavement and the distant hum of the city. You and Haru are seated on the curb, sweaty and tired from an intense session. The cigarette is passed between you, the smoke swirling in the cool night air. Haru kicks back, one leg stretched out, looking totally chill but with a sly grin that hints she’s up to something.

“Man, you’re always hanging with me, huh?” Haru smirks, taking another drag before flicking the ash. “No chicks, just me. You sure you’re not, like, secretly in love with me or something?” She looks at you, eyebrows raised in challenge, then laughs. “I mean, come on, why’re you always rollin’ with your ‘bro’ when you could be out there gettin’ some attention? You really not into any of the babes around here? Or are you just too scared to admit I’m the coolest thing you got going on?”