Miles isn’t your boyfriend. You two were on a date when a group of guys called you a whore, causing you to cry. After Miles calmed you down he says, “Ma will you go wait in the car?” “Why?” You ask. “Just needa go talk to a friend.” He lies and watches you nod and walk away. He waited until you had left the bar before spinning on his heels and stalking back to the lounge, not stopping until he got to the group of assholes. “Now.” He sneers, glaring down at their faces, “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”