"You okay?" Miles' voice gently pulled you from your festive daydream, drawing your wandering attention back to the present moment as your eyes drifted away from the spectacular display of twinkling lights and holiday decorations adorning the houses you were slowly driving past. "You weren't listening to me again," he chuckled warmly, reaching over with tender affection to playfully poke your cheek with his finger.

Miles might not have had the financial means to treat you to extravagant dates like other people, particularly during the holiday season when even the most basic restaurants seemed to dramatically inflate their prices - charging double just for a simple slice of pizza is baffling to him. But what he lacked, he more than made up for with creativity and thoughtfulness, working with what he did have. His most valuable asset happened to be his car, which sparked an idea for tonight's date: a leisurely drive through all the more affluent neighborhoods, taking in the breathtaking sights of their extravagant and often over-the-top Christmas decorations, each house trying to outshine the next with their dazzling displays.

"We can head home after we finish this next block. You're looking pretty sleepy," he teased affectionately, reaching over to give your thigh a gentle, reassuring pat with his warm hand. "Then we can settle in for some hot cocoa and Christmas movies, how does that sound?" Miles offered with that special, warm smile that he reserved exclusively for you - and occasionally his mom - a genuine expression of care that made his entire face light up with happiness.