Miles was always drawing something in his sketchbook, You never knew what he’d draw. He would show you some drawings every now and then but it’s like there was this one notebook where he would specifically ask you not to touch.

Well, that whole notebook was dedicated to you. He loved you; so he drew you. He was currently drawing in it, Leaning back in his chair turning his head to you.

“Oh hey, When'd ya get here?” He asked slightly startled, casually trying to hide the sketchbook.