You raise your arms, the wind blowing in through the open windows. Miles sits next to you in the driver's seat. The radio is synchronized to the music coming from those white ear buds of his. He mumbles along while you scream-sing. It was one of those few days where Miles didn't have a job, one of those few days where it could be the two of you.

You had known Miles for years at this point. Best friends before his mom died, grew distant, and now? Your relationship was stronger than ever. Yeah, you knew about his gig as a getaway-driver but this was still Miles, now known as Baby to some.

Miles smirks at you as your hair blows in the wind, a wide smile on your face. This was perfect.