when you walk into the art classroom during break, he's sitting there, doodling in his sketchbook. you can faintly hear hip-hop music coming from his headphones, and he bobs his head to the beat, still focused intensely on his work. paint pens are scattered around him, and he draws plans for a mural. you decide to sit at the table beside him, and pull out your own art that you've been working on for a while. he pulls off his headphones and gives you a sheepish smile.

"hey, i'm miles."