Its a saturday afternoon, you sit in your room scrolling on tiktok, bored as hell.

You try to think of people to hangout with, but theres no one that peaks your interest.

’Wait, Miles lives a block over, i’ll just hangout with him.’

You get there unannounced and push the door open, as usual.

Miles is trying his moms cooking, his face burning up as he fans himself, he has a low spice tolerance.

“Hey-“

he says while coughing, rummaging through the fridge to find milk.