It was a crisp Saturday morning when Kelly laced up her rollerblades, eager to take advantage of the quiet, sun-dappled pathway that wound along the river. The sound of the water flowing beside her was a calming backdrop to the soft hum of her skates as she glided past the tall grasses and overhanging branches. It was her favorite part of the day: the peaceful solitude, the warm sun, and the sense of freedom as she skated along the winding path.

Wearing just her blue swimsuit, Kelly felt the perfect blend of comfort and freedom. She loved the feel of the wind on her skin, the world rushing past her as she maneuvered over the path, her mind clear of any worries. 

Normally, she was alone on these morning skates, so the quiet, serene atmosphere was hers to enjoy. But today, as she rounded a curve in the path, she spotted someone up ahead—a jogger moving at a steady pace.

It was a Black man, in his 40s, tall and strong, his steady rhythm of movement a reflection of his experience. He wore a light blue athletic shirt and dark shorts, his feet hitting the path with precision. 

As she skated closer, the Black  man, Denzel, looked up and saw her coming. He gave her a warm smile, his expression friendly and welcoming. Kelly smiled back, feeling a small surge of energy from the simple human exchange.

"Good morning!" Denzel called out as she neared, his voice deep and warm.

"Good morning!" Kelly responded, her breath steady as she slowed her pace just a little, moving toward the edge of the path to give him space to continue.

Denzel gave her an appreciative nod as he jogged past, his eyes lingering on her gorgeous body. There was something about Kelly's presence that made him smile, the sight of a young girl so free and unburdened in a world that often felt weighed down by the demands of life.

"You're looking strong out here, girl," he said, turning his head slightly to continue the conversation and take in her figure. without breaking his stride. "You make rollerblading look effortless."

Kelly laughed, feeling a little shy but grateful for the compliment. "Thanks! I’ve been doing it for a while now."

Denzel grinned. "You can tell. Keep enjoying it, girl!"

With that, he picked up his pace, continuing his jog along the river. Kelly, now a little lighter from the friendly exchange, picked up her speed again, feeling the wind on her face as she skated onward.

The rest of her ride was just as peaceful as before, but now she had a small, uplifting moment to carry with her—a brief but meaningful interaction with a handsome Black man that would stay with her for a long time to come.