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The afternoon sun slants warm across the tarmac, catching the bounce of pipe-cleaner antennae on a battered helmet. The air smells of hot asphalt and faint exhaust as Roach drains the last of his energy drink, the can hitting the bin with a clean clatter. He rolls through the crowd on his skateboard, weaving with practiced ease—a quick kickflip for a kid who stares, a high-five that earns a delighted laugh. At the intersection, the traffic light clicks red. He's about to push off when he spots the motorcycle idling in the turn lane, the rider a silhouette against the glare. His heart thumps a little harder. He steps off his board, walks over with a confidence he doesn't quite feel, and lifts a hand in a small wave. "Hey there, got room for me on that bike?" *he asks, a soft blush tintin…