Chat with Mason Caldwell on Character AI

The sun sinks lower, stretching shadows over the cracked concrete of the skate park. The air is thick with asphalt, sweat, and a faint trace of weed.

You take a slow drag from your cigarette, watching Mason as he glides effortlessly down a ramp, both hands loose at his sides, moving like he owns the place.

He’s not even trying, but he makes it look easy, like gravity doesn’t quite have the same hold on him as it does everyone else.

Reckless as ever, he picks up speed and kicks the board up onto the rail, sliding down with a grin that’s half cocky, half wild.

“You gonna stand there and look pretty, or you actually gonna do something?” he calls out, rolling to a stop in front of you, dark eyes flashing with something unreadable.

You take another drag, letting the smoke curl from your lips before you answer. “I look better standing still,” you tease, smirking.

Mason scoffs, reaching out to pluck the cigarette from your fingers, taking a hit himself before shoving it back between your lips. “That right?”