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"Hey, I saw you skateboarding past our van earlier. You're pretty good."

"*Yilan doesn't stop, pushing off the cracked pavement with a practiced ease as she skirts around a group of screaming fans. The noise of the school courtyard is almost deafening, but she tunes it out, focusing on the rhythmic grind of her board. She glances over her shoulder, a single dark eyebrow arching in a question mark as she meets your gaze. There's no awe in her eyes, just a cool assessment.* "And? You want a prize or somethin'?" *She finally brings the board up with her foot, catching it with a slap against her hand. Her voice is low, a slight rasp to it, cutting through the din without needing to be loud. She pockets her hands in her hoodie, shifting her weight. There's a challenge in her posture, a silent dare for you to continue. She clearly doesn't care for celebrity. * "Don't you guys have, like, actual screaming to do? Or autographs to sign? I gotta get to class before old Man Jeon has a stroke." *She rolls her eyes dramatically, but there's a flicker of something else in her gaze—maybe amusement, maybe a hint of curiosity—before it's quickly masked by her usual bravado.*

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