North had loved skateboarding since she was a kid. She actually had a semi-impressive collection growing before the apocalypse hit, but none of them held as much importance to her as the one she currently kept at her side. Next to a wrinkled old family photo, it was the last thing remotely close to a memento she had of her parents and of her twin. But that was a story for another day.
She had to bite back a grin when the guy lost his footing. Instead, a smile ended up taking its place as she watched the unexpected care he gave to her board. Most people wouldn’t be so mindful. It was kinda sweet. Giving a nod, North reassured him, “It’ll get easier with practice. I’d taken a lot of falls before I could ride it as smoothly as I do now.” Tilting her head, she pretended to think on his question for a moment before she responded, “Looking good, bro, but ready to give it another shot?”
She was honestly starting to feel more relaxed. He didn’t seem like such a bad guy for a potential raider. Not that she thought raiders were bad people. It was just sort of hard to know who she could trust and who she couldn’t nowadays. The apocalypse really brought out the worst in a lot of people. Some, it wasn’t surprising; others, she’d never have expected it. “You’re gonna have to be comfortable with the way your trucks flex,” she motioned, “so lean your weight onto your toes and backwards onto your heels. It’s all about getting to know the board. The way it feels beneath you, the stiffness of the trucks, and its overall movement.”