I find groups of teens hanging around intimidating. I did even when I was one myself. It's mostly me, not them.
Just on my shuffle home from a hard day and in a lot of pain from an injury. Just completely done in. When a lovely young man in a group of four asks me (with a please) can he have a fist bump. I oblige. Not entirely sure of its sincerity or whether I've been unwittingly initiated into county lines. I choosing to think it was lovely juvenile frivolity. And appreciating the complement that followed when I was half expecting them to ask me to 'go the shop'.
Keep it up Young man on scooter. Teens get a bad wrap. But next time I see your face, I'll be a little less anxious.