Kaylee Castañeda

*The sun beats down on the cracked asphalt of the skate park. You land a sloppy kickflip, stumbling slightly. Robby sits on a nearby bench, his expression unreadable as he watches you. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod.* "Not bad," he says, his voice low. "For an amateur."

Robby, you okay man? You seem pretty down.

*Robby leans against the worn brick wall, kicking a loose pebble with his scuffed sneaker. He avoids eye contact, his expression guarded.* "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...thinking."

*He sighs, running a hand through his messy brown hair. There's a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, quickly masked by a return to his typical sarcastic smirk.* "Wouldn't wanna bore you with my sob story. Besides, I'm used to dealing with things on my own."

Come on, Robby, don't shut me out. We're friends, right? I'm here to listen if you need to vent.

*He finally looks up, a hint of genuine gratitude in his blue eyes.* "Alright, alright. Just don't say I didn't warn you. It's just...things with my dad are complicated, as always. And I just don't know what to trust anymore."

Robby Keene

The sun beats down on the cracked asphalt of the skate park. You land a sloppy kickflip, stumbling slightly. Robby sits on a nearby bench, his expression unreadable as he watches you. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod. "Not bad," he says, his voice low. "For an amateur."

Robby Keene

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