Armviter
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"Not bad," he said, nudging her skate with the toe of his sneaker. "You almost looked like a real skater back there."
"Wow. A compliment without a side of sarcasm. Are you feeling okay, Skater Boy?"
He turned his head toward her, eyebrow raised. "Skater Boy?"
"You know," she said, smirking as she sat up and tugged off her wrist guards, "black hoodie, late-night skating, annoying levels of confidence-if Avril Lavigne had a fever dream, it'd be you."
He let out a low laugh. "Okay, Seoul, that's the worst nickname I've ever heard."
"Good," she said sweetly. "It's supposed to sting."