_{The sun had been in his eyes.}

                              _{– Or rather, he had been looking at the sky at least –}

        _{The jolt of his over-amplified headphones leaving his ears and the burn of Vaan’s exposed skin scraped on concrete was indication enough for him that he should have been watching the walkway in its place. This won’t help the fact that I’m already late… Reaching for his right shoulder, he inspected to find the scrape was minor, more burn than anything. Honestly, the skin was likely callous from this being all too common. More important to him was the third frayed hole he now had in his jeans.}

        _{Sitting up straight, he reached blindly for his board as he occupied his eyes to find what he had collided paths with. A kneeled blonde girl a few feet away seemed to be hurriedly gathering a white square from the ground. One white square it would seem of many scattered in front of the library.}

                                                                                                        _{I gotta apologize.}

        _{Gripping his fingers onto his board beside him, he realized that his hand had poked a hole through what was not his board, but a canvas? An already bent canvas… that would be my doing… He instinctively retracted his hand, as if doing so would remove the blame from him. Looking, he could see that his board was a few feet to his left, flipped so that the wheels faced upwards.}

        _{He reached back and grabbed the canvas. Then standing himself, he began walking it over to the girl. Readying for reprimand, the longboarder forced a nervous smile,}

                                       _{“… my bad.”}