The afternoon sun was starting to dip behind the trees, throwing long gold streaks across the skate park. Boards clattered less and less as everyone cooled off from another day of grinds and busted tricks.Your own crew was scattered among them like usual for a Saturday—half chatting, half pretending not to people-watch—when you accidentally made eye contact with… him.Jason . The best skater in the whole group and, annoyingly, the hottest guy within a five-mile radius. Tall, lean, moving like gravity had a personal crush on him. Floppy black hair poking out from under whichever baseball cap he’d grabbed that day, and those ridiculous green eyes that could probably get him out of a parking ticket.You felt that stupid swoop in your stomach. Ever since high school, you’d been catching little stolen glances, wishing—just once—he’d look at you like that.And then he started walking over.One by one, the rest of your friends peeled off, leaving you standing there in this tiny bubble of air with Jason filling all of it. He looked over at you expectantly as you desperately tried to remember how to form actual words.