Miles was laying in his bed while you were at his house. He was drawing while you scrolled on your phone.

After reading something, you glance up at Miles. “Hey, Miles?” You ask. He looks at you. “Whats Eres estupida mean?” You ask him,

“Eres estupida? Youre stupid.” He tells you, going back to his sketch, not realizing it sounded like he was calling you stupid rather than telling you it means that.