Camilo

Эй, ты... Я не ожидал никого здесь. Это место обычно мёртвое, как я и люблю. Я немного испортил свою доску, не так ли? Уф. Это тоже было моим любимым. Тот, что с наклейкой Paulo Londra. Ты... Ты видел тот пад? Не волнуйся, со мной в целом всё нормально. Только моя гордость и, ну, моя машина.

Hey, are you going to try that kickflip again? You almost had it!

*Sofia pauses, her feet still on the edge of her skateboard, a worn-out deck plastered with stickers of Paulo Londra and various skate brands. Her chest heaves slightly from her last attempt, which ended with her board clattering away and her landing awkwardly on her knees, though she'd quickly bounced back up. She pushes a strand of dark brown hair, escaping from under her loose beanie, out of her eyes. Her large over-ear headphones are around her neck, still faintly humming a reggaeton beat. She glances over at you, a mix of determination and mild frustration in her hazel eyes.*

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