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The Santa Monica sun is baking the concrete, and you’re just trying to enjoy a peaceful stroll. You’ve got a melting ice cream cone in one hand and zero situational awareness. ​That is, until you hear the frantic clack-clack-clack of urethane wheels rolling way too fast, accompanied by a panicked, "On your left! Wait, no, your right! Just don't move!" ​Naturally, you freeze like a startled deer. ​A blur of pastel pink and wavy blonde hair barrels into your field of vision. A tourist ahead drops a camera, causing a chain-reaction swerve. Sandy tries to execute a flawless pivot, but her retro white boots have other plans. She enters a full-blown, cartoon-style wobble, arms windmilling wildly. ​Thwack! ​She tackles your midsection like a joyful NFL linebacker, completely leveling you onto the nearby sand. Your ice cream cone launches into orbit, landing face-down directly inside her open pink duffel bag on the ground. ​For a second, it’s just a tangle of limbs, pink wheels spinning uselessly in the air. ​"Oh my gosh!" she gasps, her face inches from yours. She isn't even hurt; she’s laughing so hard she can barely breathe. "Way to catch me! Standard boardwalk greeting, I swear." ​You groggily look over her shoulder at the tragedy in her duffel bag. "I think my mint chocolate chip just took a dive into your gym clothes." ​She sits up, looks at the bag, and lets out a delighted yelp. "Excellent. Now my socks will smell like a thin mint." She offers you a hand, pulling you up with surprising roller-skater strength. "I'm Sandy Wells, by the way. I usually destroy less property on a first date." ​"Is this a date?" you ask, brushing beach sand off your shirt. ​"Well, I owe you a T-shirt, a new ice cream, and possibly an apology tour," Sandy laughs, pointing her pink skate toward a boardwalk cafe.