For a few seconds, staring at the tarmac under his hands, Alex completely zoned out; his attention only on the dark surface, dotted with salt-like white dots, its uneven surface and loose stones digging into his palms and fingers. Then, a voice behind him broke the moment, exclaiming, “Dude, you dinged my board!” and Alex brimmed with irritation.
“I dinged your board?!” He started, shoving himself back onto his knees, and turning to the source of the voice. “Dude, you ran me over! You’re lucky I di…”
There was definitely supposed to be more following that, but Alex suddenly found himself incapable of speaking. In fact, he also found himself incapable of forming any form of coherent thought other than oh my god, because, looking at the cute guy in front of him, oh my god-